I catch myself thinking, this isn’t how life was supposed to go.
“When we are no longer able to change a situation, we are challenged to change ourselves.”
- Viktor Frankl
I can’t control every chapter.
I get a say in who I become inside of it.
Today, that’s enough. ☀️⛈️
Jensen is back in the house!!
Jensen and Nvidia have been phenomenal partners. I'm excited to be working closely together as we massively scale up this year
@thegarybrecka Take ownership.
Many people will offer to “take care of it for you”—your health, wealth, even your relationships. Listen to experts. Accept help. But never outsource responsibility.
Delegate tasks, not ownership. No one will live with the consequences more than you.
I’m a father of three, walking beside my wife through metastatic breast cancer.
“Strength isn’t always standing tall. Sometimes it’s carrying what you never imagined—and refusing to let it make your heart smaller.”
Rain or shine, we keep building ⛈️☀️
@OfficialLoganK Betting against a Nobel prize winner strikes me as bad business. Eye test, it's not even close listening to Demmis vs Sam / Dario / Mark.
We need a trust benchmark. Money is on Demmis - by a mile.
@DannyBKelly Danny. As a fellow geriatric millennial (who sides with you on Kingpin), I reach out to you - can we put the movie reviews to bed?
That was a Scott's Tots level tough listen (derogatory?)
Love the show. Mean it.
The Chair Beside the Ember — Part Two
The blue light slipped away from the chair and drifted toward the pond.
Pip followed at once—though not so quickly that anyone could accuse him of hurrying. Luma came beside him, carrying the lantern, while Moss remained near the fire for three full seconds before sighing, collecting his mug, and following after them.
“Someone ought to stay with the cocoa,��� he muttered. “But apparently the cocoa has shown better judgment than the rest of us.”
The light bobbed over the path, weaving between smooth stones and moonflowers. Wherever it passed, the flowers opened their pale petals, though they usually slept until morning. Pip felt the comfortable warmth of the campfire fading behind him, and for a moment he wondered whether following had been brave—or merely foolish in a knitted hat.
Then Luma slipped her hand into his.
“Curious things are less frightening when someone is curious with you,” she said.
At the edge of the pond, the light stopped above a patch of reeds. Pip knelt and carefully parted them.
Beneath the leaves sat a tiny silver boat, no longer than Moss’s paw. A blue lantern glowed at its bow, and inside lay a folded scrap of paper tied with green thread.
Moss leaned closer. “That,” he said, “is either a message or a very small laundry delivery.”
Pip lifted the note gently. On the front, in faint silver writing, were five words:
For the one who leaves room.
Behind them, far across the Hollow, the empty chair creaked.
Then the little boat began to drift away from the shore.
What should Pip do?
A. Open the mysterious note before the boat disappears.
B. Climb into the little boat and see where it leads.
@agingroy You're most welcome. The pleasure is all mine to read these each day --- and thank you for the thoughtful response. I'll sleep a little better knowing there is a team out there creating content that is both deep and scientifically sound.
@agingroy Avi, how do you make time for all of these breakdowns? These are daily gold and some of the best content on this platform.
Have you ever pulled the curtain back and shared in an interview?