Startup husband, startup father, and startup guy.
Shared thoughts and lessons on living towards a well-lived life.
|| About Me ||
A blender of thoughts, questions, ideas in my head Fueled by conversations, and books I have read Principles, frameworks, philosophy, and faith, But who to talk about it with? Everybody’s still in bed Of making many books, there truly is no end So it is as the Philosopher said I’d go back to sleep, but my mind is awake So meantime let me try to write about it instead.
The Silver Chair is one of my favorite books from C.S. Lewis’ series The Chronicles of Narnia. The main characters are not your typical heroes, and most of the story is set in the less prominent and darker places in Narnia. In one of the key moments in the book, the main characters find themselves readying to escape the Underland, the underworldly lair of the evil Green Witch. She tries to stop them and does so by slowly hypnotizing
Lou was Bob’s friend, he fared no better Though unlike Bob, he was a go-getter Working day and night, no matter the weather He had tons of sweet honey, but his soul was so bitter
Bob is a bee who can’t seem to see The flow’rs ‘round him since he’s gazing at a tree The flowers have the nectar; the tree does not But its towering beauty can’t be forgot Now the day’s gone, he flies to his hive Bob the busy bee breezed through his 9-to-5 Back at home now, he’s got all tales about trees But honey? None to feed his family of bees Poor little Bob, so
In one of his notebooks, Leonardo da Vinci wrote this riddle: “Huge figures will appear in human shape, and the nearer you get to them, the more will their immense size diminish.” The answer: “The shadow cast by a man at night with a light.” When I think about this riddle, I can’t help but think of my life’s shadows and how da Vinci’s observation applies just the same. Oftentimes our troubles can seem gigantic,
I’m writing this as I wait for my last meeting of the day. There’s a lot going on at work, including a number of exciting stuff. But with all that comes a flurry of projects and activities that can fill up one’s week in no time. It’s days like this that I (need to) remind myself that a packed schedule does not necessarily mean it’s a productive one. It’s easy to mistake busyness for progress.