The pursuit of writing is about having freedom of location and choosing how I make money. I know that I value independence (of spirit, mind, inquiry) and that I care about the essence of a thing. This brings us today: I’m in Mexico for the foreseeable future to write and climb.īasically, I don’t have many answers from these past few years. It was a bit of blind faith I let a tool shape the user, willingly at first, then sightlessly, and that’s the issue.Īfter the fallout, I started to wonder, “what else have I been following without much thought?” In short, I bought the bullshit of silicon valley entrepreneurship and realized I was living according to a value system I adopted, but which learned I didn’t agree with. It has little to do with startups themselves and a lot to do with a search for truth and meaning.
It started with a crisis of confidence when I left startups in 2015 and I’ve been trying to figure out what the hell this is all about ever since. Over the past few years I’ve been returning to the question: “Is this all there is?” Like many con-games, I found speaking with poise more effective than quietly whispering in the wind. Mumbling and timidity are not for the language learner. It was a different game when I had to say things out loud. And which most certainly contributed to my headache. I spent much of the time on the plane(s) thinking through sentences that would be useful, and which are probably grammatically incorrect. So far my Spanish is enough to navigate, and to ask silly things like, “what’s the name of that mountain with the snow on top?”. It’s been nearly 21 hours since I started traveling. A little worse for the wear and with a smashing headache, I made it to the apartment in el centro de Queretaro.
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