If I were starting university today, things would be different. My thirst for knowledge now makes me envy the younger version of myself—the one who had the time and opportunity to learn without truly realizing its value. I have a degree in international relations and political science, yet the depth of understanding I should have gained lingers like a ghost in my consciousness. I studied philosophy, but I only memorized what would be on the test, purging it soon after. I read ancient Greek texts but never truly learned how to think critically or challenge my own perceptions of the world. I studied the Enlightenment, took exams on the causes of the English Civil War, yet now I can only vaguely piece together the ideals that emerged from those events. I envy the younger me—the one who spent hours reading, listening to professors debate ideas I now find myself researching and relearning. If only I had appreciated then what I crave now.

Parenting isn't easy. Some times you learn valuable lessons to go on raising your children better than you did yesterday. This latest post describes one of those nights....

Musical Moments Transformed My Parenting Perspective

From Diaper Chaos to Rediscovering Wonder: How Art Rekindled Curiosity in Me

It's that time of year when we return where it all began. The hustle and grind of the past twelve months has built to a fever pitch, and whatever we’ve achieved — or failed to — clings to us like a weight on our shoulders as we step onto the doorsteps of home. It’s a time of reunions, of seeing faces that knew us before careers, titles, and responsibilities etched lines into our brows. Eyes linger a moment too long, quietly assessing: “Have they changed?” “Have they succeeded?” “How much weight have they gained — or lost?” And then come the words — warm, congratulatory, or otherwise. “You look amazing!” they’ll gush, or worse, the silence of unspoken judgment. Later, with old friends, the comparisons begin. It’s subtle, unspoken, but there. This year, as I stood in front of my best friend’s meticulously polished Porsche SUV, a gift to his wife, the voice in my head wasn’t congratulating him. It was whispering something else: envy. #HomefortheHolidays

Rain has brought a respite in the cold. Thick humidity making hair frizz again like it should around these parts. #DecemberinFlorida #MomentsOfBeauty #SmallMoments #Life #love

I’ve been working so hard to instill habits and rigid structure to ensure my children would become the best little humans around. I realize now, Ive only been drizzling my grey habits, dull routines, and logic over their still-vibrant canvas of the world. #IWasntRight #betterMe

What’s the Cost of Our Obsession with Progress? We’re all on a hamster wheel of ambition, chasing goals that society has defined for us—but at what cost? Some things I touch on in my latest blog post: 🛞 The relentless pursuit of progress: Are we truly moving forward or just running in circles? 📚 How "progress" unconsciously shapes our personal and societal goals. 🛠 The duality of progress: incredible innovations vs. the erosion of culture and ecology. 🦋 Joe Rogan’s “human cocoon”: Are we evolving into something unrecognizable? This isn’t a critique of progress—it’s a call to rethink its grip on our lives and ask where we’re headed. Can we balance ambition with sustainability and cultural ethics? 👉 Read the full blog and join the conversation:

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#Progress #CulturalCritique #Society #Philosophy #Technology #AI #Sustainability #MentalHealth

We pride ourselves on being sophisticated animals—clever toolmakers and relentless innovators. It’s this ingenuity, we believe, that sets us apart from the rest of the animal kingdom. We clothe ourselves, build machines to save time and energy, and yet, somehow, we remain deaf to the relentless squeaking of a far more profound wheel. Not the wheels of our cars or the gears driving the machines that sustain modern life, but a wheel few of us see or acknowledge. The wheel that, for all our intelligence, makes us no different from a hamster running endlessly in its cage. The hamster’s wheel is innocent—it spins for exercise, for a fleeting distraction. Ours, however, is far more sinister, propelling us in a ceaseless race toward ambitions we barely understand. The hamster wouldn’t even have a wheel to run on, were it not for us—the inventors of its cage. What does that say about the wheels we’ve built for our selves?

Most of us here have been drawn to nostr because of Bitcoin and the main draw of Bitcoin it seems, is the underlying hope for economic progress. As we sit with our families today (in the USA) many of us may be tempted to orange pill friends and family but before you do consider what your thoughts on progress are. What constitutes progress for you? How may your friends and family have conflicting schools of thought around the concept of progress?