If you want to do ambitious things, you have to accept failing, and probably failing and being wrong a lot. 

But at the same time, the desire to not fail is what drives so many ambitions and successful projects early on. 

We treat good news like healthy food.

A little every day.
Sustainable. Nourishing.

We treat bad news like illness.

We’d rather suffer hard and fast than bleed slowly.

This asymmetry matters.

The world wide web as a place of information and marketplace of goods and services has probably reached it peak in 2025. It will still be alive and kicking for a few more decades, just like Radio and Television still exists, but the cultural peak is behind us as we step in 2026.

I saw a number scrolling through X. Sophie Rain made $93 million.

That’s more than some African nations GDP. More than any NFL player makes in a year. More than 99.9% of Ivy League grads will ever see.

It’s baffling. It’s just an ass.

The traditional talk therapy doesn’t work for men.
Not entirely. Not on its own.

Men and women are different. Our wiring is different. Our failure modes are different. Modern therapy—well-intentioned as it is—leans heavily into feelings, validation, naming emotions, and sitting with them. These things work. But for many men, they are insufficient.

Maybe they’re insufficient for all of us. I can only speak from the inside of being a man.

For some men, therapy isn’t just incomplete—it makes things worse.

The truth is—nobody, probably not even me, gives a fuck about me.

That sounds harsh. Especially the part about me not giving a fuck about myself. But we’ve all been there—wanting someone else’s approval more than any self-love we’re capable of mustering.

The world is selfish in a strange way.
It rewards people who offer themselves to it.

Our potential is a function of our imagination, ability to be our imagination and resources around us.

Our imagination can be captured by what we tell ourselves and others. I don’t know about you but my mind fires up new ideas, possibilities that brightens my soul, and I forget probably 90% of them and the 10% I do remember, most I sacrifice at the altar of execution.

Maybe that is just life - we are meant to be more curious than we will ever have time. Maybe there is beauty in unfinished ideas, some of the best pieces of art were never finished in the artists lifetime and procastination seems to be the favorite mistress of imaginative minds.

Every founder I admire—every one—moves fast.
Not because they know everything.
But because they don’t wait to find out.

Startups have less of everything: Less cash. Fewer people. No brand, no customers, no resume fluff. No five-year plan. No buffer.

Instead of Eat → Sleep → Rave → Repeat, it is Decide → Ship → Observe → Repeat.

God was the OG generalist : Omnipotent. Omniscient. A being who could write odysseys, build the universe, create all life, destroy what’s no longer needed, compose symphonies, and engineer galaxies, all before lunch.

Our desire to create super intelligence, to travel to space, to find other life forms - is to search for become God. And we have taken one giant leap forward as a humanity with AI. It is our burning brush to create, to imagine and to will into existence.

There’s a sweet spot where humans hum like machines - the flow state . One task. Full focus. Vivid Imagination. A few hours of unbroken attention—and the whole system locks into flow. Time blurs, output spikes, meaning returns.

Step outside that zone and we look like an AI hallucinating - our words and actions have no coherence to our stated goals. We doom-scroll, tab-hop, snack on sugar, binge on noise.

When I was a kid and people would ask me to be grow-up or become mature -

When I was a kid and people told me to grow up—to be mature—it always sounded like a polite way of saying: adjust. Fit in. Dull your edges. Make peace with the rules. It felt like a slow betrayal of me, like being asked to trade in my wildness for a seat at the big boy table. I didn’t like any of it. Still don’t.

However, in my 30s through the smoke and blood and grind of building things from nothing, I started to see a different definition of maturity. One that made sense to me.

There is big question of what AI will do to human jobs and human livelihood and the answer is rather simple - it will change, it will evolve and it will create more space for human creativity.

Like any soul adrift in this world, I've wrestled long with the meaning of life, and I reckon it boils down to two simple words: create and play.

Everything that gives life its pulse—from the very act of living, to the strokes of art and strains of music, to the spark of innovation and the rise of empires—each is a testament to creation.

To own our destiny isn't just to navigate life's currents; it's to harness our strength of will, to carve our own path through the wild terrain of existence. It's about liberation, not from life's tragedies—failures, heartbreaks, setbacks—but from the tragedy of not striving to live our truest selves.

As men in our mid-thirties, we can all run 6-minute miles and it's an effort. We are proud we can all run sub 6 miles, but none of us has attempted to break the 5-minute mile in a decade (I have never attempted it in my life), and it felt like an absolutely impossible feat—but so are most of our ambitions for love, family, work, and community.

Imagine, if you will, a team as a finely woven tapestry of human connections. In this intricate fabric, each thread represents a team member, a node of potential and skill. To transform this potential into success, these nodes must not simply coexist but collaborate, weaving together through consistent and dynamic exchanges of information, ideas, and responsibilities. It's a dance of dialogue

As a kid, I loved math, I think I had not lost a single point on my exams till I was 10 or 11 yrs old and loved being part of our math olympiad team. I almost considered getting a degree in maths and till date love doing math problems. So years ago, at Stanford when I tried to write down all my life lessons, I found math to be the best language to write them down.

To understand great products, we must differentiate between the tool and the product. A cup is a great tool, so is a car for getting from point A to B.

But Stanley Cup is a product and Porsche is a product. I am not talking about branding it but a product must transcend its mere utility to provide a certain sense of aesthetics, communicate a relationship and inspire something in a user, and it often transcends the very purpose it was built for.

All moral decisions should be viewed from the lens of these individuals. Thats our only moral obligation.

The line from my first books of hers that still stands out to me is when Howard Roark is in his deans office and the dean asks "My dear fellow, who will let you?" To which he says, "That's not the question. The question is, who will stop me?"

This is the short read. It is purely just a collection of reasons I love to build and why I am extremely supportive of people chasing their passions and curiosity.