Second Chance at Life
On my first anniversary of Myocardial Infarction (MI, a.k.a heart attack), I feel a sense of obligation to share a few thoughts in retrospective. It has been a transformational year in my overall well-being, which I feel grateful for. I owe it to fellow humans out in the wild, so here it goes.
1. Quash Worries
I feel unshackled from worries. In hindsight, they were self-inflicted — byproducts of my endless capacity to generate and allow worrisome scenarios to get to me since I started remote work many moons ago. The fact about work and chores is they will always remain in ceaseless supply. They outlast any single individual in pursuit of getting their share accomplished. Accomplish we shall — but on our own terms. We all eventually run out of time before we run out of work. The future of human skilled labor is a fascinating topic to dissect in this new brave world of AI copilots, but I digress.
Realizing that affords me a psychological freedom to uncouple from the day’s goings-on and enjoy a worry-free night no matter what transpired during office hours. As William Irvine puts it, billions of fellow humans would gladly swap their best day with my worst workday. That clarifies my perspective and allows me to prioritize what deserves my undivided attention during and…
