…and that’s always spoken to me. So many of the wants and worries that I have, that cause such a rift between simplicity and complexity, won’t change how mustard tastes. They won’t change the root and base of what I am, and what I like, and what I strive for.
So don’t tell me that there’s something uniquely demanding about building yet another fucking startup that dwarfs the accomplishments of The Origin of Species or winning five championship rings. It’s bullshit. Extractive, counterproductive bullshit peddled by people who either need a narrative to explain their personal sacrifices and regrets or who are in a position to treat the lives and wellbeing of others like cannon fodder.