This is the chapter of my life where, after losing everything, I self-isolate to reflect, plan, and focus. Then, I build a business from the ground up and become the best version of myself yet. The story isn’t over.

Apps bought or made by people to promote themselves or an agenda.

No matter how great the creation is today, you’ll still have to build another one tomorrow. Feed the machine.

I enjoy all these challenges and puzzles I’m currently solving. Even if the picture doesn’t turn out as I envisioned, at least I know I gave it my all. Only time will tell.

I’ve spent my entire life trying to recreate these dreams that I can’t remember.

I just deleted 25,000 unread emails to finally hit Inbox Zero for the first time in two decades. No regrets. Are you a "keep every email forever" person or a "burn it to the ground and start over" person?

“The best time to plant a tree was 20 years ago. The second best time is now.” — Unknown Just read this quote and it really hit home. Metaphorical seeds about to be planted! 🌱

Not everyone will understand the ways I express myself at times, and that is fine—I don’t fully understand it myself. To those who reached out, thank you. I just wanted to let you know that I'm okay. All is good, even when it isn't. MUSKA-

Advancements in de-evolution… I remember the sunshine, now replaced with a screen. Thinking of possibilities, controlled by the algorithmic machine. Lifetime of dedication, replicated in a flash. Self expression makes us human— wonder how long this feeling will last?

Technology marches forward; things that were once the future eventually become the forgotten past.

The last Generation to remember life without a cell phone. The next Generation will be the last to remember life with a cell phone.

What have we become? Where will we go from here?

I’ve always considered myself more of a creative person than a businessman, but I’ve also always considered myself a survivor; so I continue to do what must be done.

Sometimes I’m excited, sometimes I’m exhausted; right now I’m somewhere in between.

Not all robots are made of silicone, metal and circuits; some are programmed humans of flesh, blood and bone.

Roko's Basiliska

I was going to post some words I wrote tonight but I guess they were too long for this format… oh well.

A strange feeling it comes and goes no explanation just highs and lows left it all thought I escaped still it remained this eternal heart ache; memories fade as will I into the light away I fly nothing to prove no wars to win this is the end it’s where I begin

Slow down, take a deep breath.

I’m an optimistic pessimist.