I craved her attention
Exhilarated when I got it, dying when it slipped away
I loved her too much and too soon
I was obsessed
But I didn’t understand her
Not truly anyway
It must have been because I didn’t understand myself
I wanted to seduce her and I failed many times
Failure led me to cheating
Tricks and white lies to get her good graces
Despair breeds deception
One day, my consciousness said stop
She was not the only victim of these ploys, I was too
So I started to listen to her
To really, and fully listen
Putting my instincts aside to leave her the spotlight
A place to express herself, her full self, her true…
Not bound by time
Not bound by space
A connection so pure
Think it was touched by grace
I can’t explain it
Neither can you
I am forever grateful
Forever close to you
I met Olivia 4 years ago.
I was in Toronto for a few more days, she was in Scotland.
Somehow, Tinder magically matched us together, maybe it knew something we didn’t.
Even more surprising, Olivia was on her way to Toronto and we would have about 18 hours in the same city. …
I started my first business when I was 25. I genuinely expected I’d be a millionaire by the end of year one between my business and my crypto investments.
When I published my first article on Medium, I thought it could and would be picked up instantly because it was that good (it wasn’t) and because I was too (I wasn’t).
I was blinded by shiny objects and metrics. I wanted the money and the lifestyle but dreaded the process I had to go through to get them. …
Two years ago, many said cryptocurrencies were dead. And that was an understandable feeling looking from the outside in.
In a matter of months, sometimes weeks, we saw tokens grow 100x in value, based on nothing but speculation and excitement.
Some people were in it because they saw blockchain as the most exciting thing since the appearance of the web.
Others because their friends told them they could get rich very fast.
Then the bubble popped.
The world realized the industry was not mature, not capable (yet) of delivering on its promises.
I remember Vitalik Buterin, the founder of the Ethereum Network saying so. …
Human maketh and human destroyeth.
The era of the internet has brought us incredible tools and products and social media, to me, ranks highly on the list.
Our problem as humans is that we can’t have nice things, because we use them and come to abuse them shortly thereafter.
I have come to LOVE Medium, I have written a few articles over time but have more importantly consumed hundreds of them.
Medium is an amazing place for creators and consumers alike. It offers access to an engaged audience in somewhat of a meritocratic way who it in turn blesses with infinite amounts of qualitative content at a very low fee (or free, but do people really still not pay the 5$?!). …
The first is the artist you hear about who works tirelessly on mastering their craft. I picture them in an NYC loft apartment in an industrial area that a friend of theirs has let them use to go all out. The only thing that exists for them is the present moment, the process, the grind. The other is a creator who creates for an audience, they want to please and entertain, and they usually crave the recognition that goes with it.
I figured out how to balance my decisions, to follow heart and passion where it feels right and head and reason when it is required by other goals and circumstances. …
I used to say “I love strong women”.
And it was partly true, I did love the challenge of trying to seduce them, it was also infinitely gratifying when it succeeded. But can you really say you love someone or a certain type of person when it is only one aspect of the relationship with them that excites you?
Because when seduction and the initial excitement settled and intimacy came into play, I got scared and often found ways to mess things up.
A strong woman is attractive because if she chooses you it means you’re special. It’s thrilling when she does because when someone wants you who doesn’t need you, they give more, they allow the relationship to be more than it would have been with someone else. …
A conversation with a friend recently reminded me of the state of mind I was in 2 years ago: things were dark and messy.
I don’t like labels because they can mean something different to everyone who reads them based on their own experience with said label. I will still use this one because many forms of it exist and someone relating to it, whatever its form, might gain from reading this story, 2 years ago I felt deeply depressed.
I purposefully choose the verb to feel with this concept because depression is not something you are, it is something that accompanies you, then disappears, then comes back, and is gone again. …
I have very high self-esteem and faith in myself that I will succeed. But that wasn’t always the case, and if I owe it to myself for work done, for growth achieved through sweat and tears, I now realize I also owe it just as much to others.
When I was about 14 years old, one of my oldest friends told me “my mom has always said you would do well in life”. I felt both proud and a little confused. Proud because I thrived, depended on external validation, and anything that came to boost my fragile ego was welcome. …