Global Soul Crisis
We live in a global state of hypnosis. We have been put into this state by the dishonest and disconnected norms of society. In the name of GDP growth, we… Continue Reading
iterating towards truth
We live in a global state of hypnosis. We have been put into this state by the dishonest and disconnected norms of society. In the name of GDP growth, we… Continue Reading
When we grow up, we are told how the world works. Indoctrinated and subconsciously paralyzed by thousands of rules, trends, and dogmas, it is almost a sin to see the world… Continue Reading
Recent thoughts about trading posted on Twitter. Is your game truly whole, when you are entering a trade? Are you acting/entering into trade from the position of weakness or position… Continue Reading
We are only the story we tell ourselves. Composition of our thoughts, driven by ego, orchestrated by the matrix. An image that is created in our head, that is it:… Continue Reading
The very next text might come to you as too harsh, too pessimistic, too dark but it holds true based on my discovery so far. I am iterating towards the… Continue Reading
Recently I have been challenged again with a health crisis. Given my previous episodes of dealing with pain and fear of pain, I have noticed that my recent first reaction… Continue Reading
In the journey of searching for truth, I have stumbled upon a question of playfulness and experimentation. I have noticed that many times I have an idea I would like… Continue Reading
In software development, there is a fabulous term called “spaghetti code”. This term usually reflects the quality with which the software architecture of the application has been designed: a messy,… Continue Reading
Growing up does not guarantee you a transition from a child to a grown-up. Growing up is a process defined by the laws of nature, not laws of wisdom. In… Continue Reading
Sometimes I wonder why I am so bitter :). How one euphoric state, feeling of being at the top of the world can fade so quickly away and a feeling… Continue Reading