This week, I've seen 2 people wrote about leaving hive and focus elsewhere. There's also one person that quietly goes away. I am sure you miss a pretty cooking presentation and pictures from that person.
Or maybe it's not that deep. People can simply wake up one morning and decided to leave.
Sometimes, this place feels like in its own world. It has its own peculiar time and ways. Some of you probably spent so much time in it like I do. We contribute in ways we can and sometimes pushing aside our life outside. Crypto has seen its golden time. I stick around for so long and some of us do. The excitement comes in ebbs and flows. For being here quite long, some of us aren't the same people who arrived here years ago. And yet, here we are.
I understand that there are times when we need to redirect and shift our focus. I am sure this place will still welcome them from time to time. I did that too early of this year and half of the year. I am growing up, evolving and continue learning.
Last night for the first time in many years, I powered up my old laptop. Strangely, that laptop carried my life for a good of couple of years and still works. I never have an intention to sell it because it's worthless too in terms of value but inside carries so much stories of my life that I will forever cherish.
Usually, people would look back and feel thankful. Maybe memory is such a blur thing or it's all conception. I look back and all I saw was happiness, friendship, and so much hope. But in my recent life, I see none of it except I am more sane, less depressed version of me. Isn't it weird that I think I had more characters when I was depressed? Like that allowed me to push beyond so many boundaries.
Then today, I am not even depressed and I can be the most boring person you can meet in your entire life. I feel like my writing has more character than these days. Strange isn't it? In the past I would have any opinion about institutions, technology, and the absurd ways people organize society. Maybe sometimes even blurt out so many of my unpopular opinion so easily. These days, I choose to stay quiet.
I am probably regressing. I don't know but it all reminded me once more of Toshikazu Kawaguchi and his book titled Before the Coffee Gets Cold. He wrote, “At the end of the day, whether one returns to the past or travels to the future, the present does not change.”
Maybe I do not need people from the past to come back. Maybe I just need to focus on the present so the next time I am looking back, I can feel even more proud, happy, and joyful than this time I am looking back at my life.
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𝘊𝘦𝘮𝘺 (𝘰𝘳 𝘔𝘢𝘤) 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵, 𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯: 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴? 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭, 𝘨𝘦𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘺, 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦, 𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘯𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴. 𝘍𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘏𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣 𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺. |
