So I stopped programming
Disclaimer: these are some ramblings about what I learned from endeavoring to work with wood and make some furniture for my new place. There’s a main idea it all revolves around, and it ties up. I promise.
A few weeks ago my grandfather was diagnosed with cancer.
It took me by surprise, as it would take most people I guess, but it got my head spinning around an idea: what if I don’t have the time I always thought I’d have?
That one was a shocker. It kept me in bed for a few days. It was one of those moments where you change an a-priori conception, and life as you know it ends. Everything changes, as per a sadistic magician’s ultimate trick, and you’re left with just one thing: yourself. Damn you Kant.
Nurture yourself, now. Because the problem is not thinking we barely have any time to dedicate to ourselves and put our sweat and blood into what makes us actually happy because of our...
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