I am trying to stay out of the AI-autocomplete, but I am weak. Even this piece is being written with AI whispering in cursive. But I am typing every word. Even if it is not what GPT would want me to write. I am writing it, key by key, painstakingly like in 2010’s style. — Okay, I had a bit of help there with the painstakingly part—.

Ok, turning autocomplete off now. Pam. The silence. The abyss. It is weird how I come to hate the silence. I try to fill it with Youtube videos, Netflix, podcasts, calls, stuff to do… I try to force it to shut up. It produces me some kind of anxiety. Not because I do not like it, but because it leads me to boredom. All paths lead back to boredom. One should get comfortable there. Embrace it like a little brother.

Boredom is a luxury. A friend. And the spark to ignite the next adventure. Let yourself chill in there a bit more for now. Breathe. Feel how nothing is going on and it is okay. Look around. Breathe again. And feel the questions coming. Feel the questions piling up, seeking an audience with you, their king. Breathe, while they keep coming like wild paparazzi to a superstar. Breathe in the silence, in the chaos.

And as they quietly faint away, answer the most burning question, the one you can really act on.

So… what are we doing today?