On top of an inventory shortage, home prices go up to compensate for this fact. Literally just got a redfin notification: 3 bedroom 1 bath in Cranston, RI going for 500k🤯
The US dollar has lost more than 26% percent of its purchasing power since January 2020.
That means $1 dollar from 2020 can only buy $0.74 of goods today.
This is the hidden tax that destroyed the financial lives of American families.
The soul is oriented towards obsession: it wants to be possessed by something greater, consummated in a quest, absorbed into a vortex of devotion, and eaten by the feeling of passion. The soul wants to fall in love hard.
“All addictions are a low level search for God.” —Carl Jung
Procrastination is deceptively exhausting and stressful. It'll have you believe you're sort of doing the thing, but in fact, you're lying to yourself and 4 months have already passed.
No one perceives us exactly as we are - not even ourselves. We exist as shifting versions of ourselves, like multiple realities breathing in unison - some of which we never knew existed. Each interaction, each gaze, each smile shapes a subtly different reflection of who we are - coloured by the observer's unique experiences, emotions, and understanding in those particular moments in time and space. Even those who love us most will never fully grasp the entirety of our being, just as we can never fully see ourselves. We may feel seen by them, yet there will always be nuanced differences - whether glimmers of brightness we fail to recognise in ourselves or fractured facets hidden in our blind spots.
Perhaps this is why we are drawn to complexity in others - because through them, we fall in love not just with their intricacies - but with our own. Stories are more beautiful when they are layered, when they echo something deeply human. I sometimes feel suffocated by complexity, yet just as much, I am captivated by the tangled thoughts I cannot easily unravel.
Perhaps what we miss is not only their presence but the way they saw us - the unique version of ourselves that existed only in their eyes. I find this beautiful - the transient nature of these alternate selves. Perhaps this is why some absences weigh heavier than others - because they take with them a way of being that no one else could ever quite mirror back to us.
I don’t want to connect my coffee machine to the wifi network. I don’t want to share the file with OneDrive. I don’t want to download an app to check my car’s fluid levels. I don’t want to scan a QR code to view the restaurant menu. I don’t want to let Google know my location before showing me the search results. I don’t want to include a Teams link on the calendar invite. I don’t want to pay 50 different monthly subscription fees for all my software. I don’t want to upgrade to TurboTax platinum plus audit protection. I don’t want to install the Webex plugin to join the meeting. I don’t want to share my car’s braking data with the actuaries at State Farm. I don’t want to text with your AI chatbot. I don’t want to download the Instagram app to look at your picture. I don’t want to type in my email address to view the content on your company’s website. I don’t want text messages with promo codes. I don’t want to leave your company a five-star Google review in exchange for the chance to win a $20 Starbucks gift card. I don’t want to join your exclusive community in the metaverse. I don’t want AI to help me write my comments on LinkedIn. I don’t even want to be on LinkedIn in the first place.
I just want to pay for a product one time (and only one time), know that it’s going to work flawlessly, press 0 to speak to an operator if I need help, and otherwise be left alone and treated with some small measure of human dignity, if that’s not too much to ask anymore.