521 words.
It takes a while to get to wherever you want to go. What’s the context? Recall this project is modelled after the 1000000 word visa project. It takes real time to get to that volume. Even for this version where I’m writing ~500 words per… collection, I’m only reaching the 10000 word mark. I fully recognise there have been words spent in other mediums (tweet, ship 30 for 30 atomic essays), and it’s ok that they are not counted.
Part of the acceptance comes with knowing fully why I am doing this. Even though it may be some time before someone discovers this collection of words, the learning value of writing word after word is apparent. At the very least, the danger of merely stringing word after word is clear, in producing mediocre crap on the internet. Which is already flooded with them, so it doesn’t make much of a difference.
Time does a lot in healing, in building, but also in destruction. Our own decay as time passes is inevitable. Without being deliberate about it, you are the best ever self you will be ever. As time goes by, so does age pass you like a constant wind, stripping away bits and pieces, until what’s left is a pile of ashes.
Morbid, but acceptance of that is healthy at all. What are we all here for anyway? To know that takes time, annd could be the most productive journey we can make. I am quoting Kevin Kelly a little here, where he mentions the only purpose in life is find out who are, or to build an identity for yourself.
(pause here for the lack of time)
Playing with a bunch of toys, and trying to get some more. It does feel like wanting to optimise a setup to prevent procrastination is procrastination indeed. Link to Advanced Stupid, where we go through a convoluted way to solve a primal pain, and the path itself is hugely more painful than confrontation.
Confrontation can be a massive Cerberus or Hydra for those unaccustomed. Yet avoiding it causes more pain than facing it head-on, only delaying the violence and the refreshing conclusion beyond. But more on that later on, as I struggle to churn this out for the next etch on the digital canvas.
More thoughts on the reality of time, and more on entropy. It’s a fact that we age, and sometimes I worry that our knowledge and skills are not ageing gracefully together. With that surrounding evolving as rapidly as it is now, where is the security to be found? And yet possibly acceptance of the fact is a state of mind, a matter of choosing to be secure to the evolution. Respect the reality of time passing, and struggling to grasp it is a path to anger and disappointment.
A reminder to self: to accept and to be grounded. It takes courage to accept being ground with the gears of entropy here (such pompous talk). Being careful to face ourselves in the right angle, we get to shape ourselves into something better.