Elias

It has been almost two years since I listened to the 1956 book “The Art of Love” by Erich Fromm. It seems like it took a while for me to wrap my head around it.

“I see fire,” she said with her eyes closed. “I feel like my skin is burning but I can't move, I think I'm stuck.”

I'll just shortcut this post by posting this beautiful two hour conversation of David Eagleman with Sadhguru:

It feels like there's a fine line between impostor syndrome and justified self-doubt and modesty. Often I feel like almost anyone could do my job if only they threw a bit of effort onto it and there's not much talent involved.

But the fact that I tend to overlook is that few people do throw the same amount of effort at the same problems, and because of that I'm probably indeed a valuable expert.

It's funny how this whole topic of how to grow and sustain financial wealth, limit risks and losses and use chances and opportunities has influenced my thinking.

Coming back home was a pretty weird feeling. The flat was dirty, nobody seemed to be home, stuff lying around in the kitchen, dozens of black flies flying around, a weird smell and an unbearable heat. Whoever spent their time here had neglected this place.

My 27. Birthday

The week of my 27. birthday was quite a crazy week. Even though I didn't plan a party and was never at the centre of attention I still got pretty exactly what I wanted.

Yesterday I used a fresh cutter knife to remove some grates from holes drilled into aluminium. I used quite a bit of force and it worked quite well until the blade was pointing towards my left thumb.