Last week, I lost my mother due to COVID.
Ever since then, I can't really focus on work. I keep thinking about life, death, and the meaning of it all.
I never post personal tweets/threads like this, but I have to write about this.
Ever since then, I can't really focus on work. I keep thinking about life, death, and the meaning of it all.
I never post personal tweets/threads like this, but I have to write about this.
I am a man of science.
I don't believe in god, heaven, or any kind of afterlife.
I believe that if you die, you cease to exist. You fall into the void.
I don't believe in god, heaven, or any kind of afterlife.
I believe that if you die, you cease to exist. You fall into the void.
Everyone is fighting against the third law of thermodynamics.
Entropy increases. Knowledge decays. Your work dissipates.
Entropy increases. Knowledge decays. Your work dissipates.
Because of this, I believe that by default, life has no higher purpose.
Your money doesn't matter. Your Twitter follower count doesn't matter. All of your earthly possessions will be gone, and chances are, no one is going to remember you a thousand years from now.
Your money doesn't matter. Your Twitter follower count doesn't matter. All of your earthly possessions will be gone, and chances are, no one is going to remember you a thousand years from now.
This might sound too dark and scary, but it is not.
It is quite the opposite. It is liberating.
If you are going to lose everything, do you really want to do the 100 hours workweek hustle? Do you want to chase empty success and vanity metrics?
It is quite the opposite. It is liberating.
If you are going to lose everything, do you really want to do the 100 hours workweek hustle? Do you want to chase empty success and vanity metrics?
No. It is completely unnecessary.
The best thing to focus on is not you. It is everyone else around you.
The certainty of eventually losing everything gives me the freedom to stop caring about my own career and wealth.
The best thing to focus on is not you. It is everyone else around you.
The certainty of eventually losing everything gives me the freedom to stop caring about my own career and wealth.
Even though my mother is gone, and she doesn't exist anymore, she is here in these lines.
She loved to write. I learned my writing skills from her.
What you read here is not entirely mine. Because of her influence on me, when I speak, I feel her talking through me.
She loved to write. I learned my writing skills from her.
What you read here is not entirely mine. Because of her influence on me, when I speak, I feel her talking through me.
Helping others to grow is the only thing that can remain.
My mother's way of fighting back against the third law of thermodynamics was to redistribute the wealth and knowledge she gained to others (like me), allowing others to stop the entropy from increasing.
My mother's way of fighting back against the third law of thermodynamics was to redistribute the wealth and knowledge she gained to others (like me), allowing others to stop the entropy from increasing.
Every time you can do something to enhance the life of others but fail to do it, you are playing for entropy.
Life is completely meaningless, and this makes doing the right thing incredibly easy.
Life is completely meaningless, and this makes doing the right thing incredibly easy.
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