Ideas

Last updated July 11, 2026: removed borrowed ideas, fixed typos, dropped the poems framing

Here I put all my intellectual – not business – ideas, which I sometimes call aphorisms as a self-deprecating joke.

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On Truth

The mistake is thinking that contemporary culture is Truth.
Content is the result of forcefully pushing the mind to go from a playful, creative state – where one enjoys oneself – past to a desolate space full of half-finished ideas or half-truths or mediocre creativity. All in the search for an exhaustive story. Content is art put in a corner and forced to work like a slave. Content is capitalistic art. Content is art without the enjoyment, pain, or emotions art gives to its creators or to its admirers. See how this idea got content-ish by the end?

It is not aesthetic to destroy ideas, it is beautiful to create new ones.
Nietzsche recommended against hoarding knowledge. But you need decoration to make ideas beautiful.
A beautiful way to stand out is by being the counter element in the symphony of society. Just like how a song has sharp contrasting elements that nevertheless work within the composition, it is nice to have people that oppose, but with rhyme and reason. Maybe with love.

What am I? The collection of randomly assembled, situational thoughts and ideas that I present, deliver, part with, or say to my interlocutors? The I when nobody else is around? If so, which one? The playful one? The serious one? Who am I? The silence which is the result of me quieting my mind? The person I am during sleep? The one during the first hour after waking up? The one during the last hour before sleep? The one on my worst day? Or on my best day? Am I all of these people? How overwhelming if so. I think I am who I am from second to second; the me now. And since sometimes I don't take time to assess just who exactly I am... well... sometimes then I don't know who I am.
Let me tell you something about my mind, if you don't mind. Maybe you'll want to keep reading because you'll identify with it too. Maybe you'll want to let me know of our similarity and form a connection from it, maybe start a club or something. Anyways. My mind is like a memory foam mattress. Whoever I decide to invite into it – an author, an artist, a lover – I will memorize part of them and, maybe, play something back on the same theme, like a hopeful saxophone. People, ideas, stuff can leave an imprint on my mind. But all these imprints go away, or will go away, someday. Or will they?

Don't be afraid to tackle your work. You can make mistakes, that's fine. But you will for sure fail if you don't do it. That's not fine.
If life is intrinsically meaningless but you can give meaning to it, then there is no meaningless task, project, or job.
This is – the negative view of – work: to suffer and not be corrupted by the suffering so you can create something out of, because of, or in spite of, the suffering.

Who wants to live a life that has an inextricable inherent meaning? That is like somebody telling you what to do.
Sometimes you have choices to make and sometimes you don't. Make the choices when you do, and enjoy yourself when you don't. Sometimes you have to talk to yourself and sometimes you don't. Don't run away from yourself when you do, and run away when you don't.
Don't be afraid of cold. Life's like a walk on a freezing January night. Sure, there's pain. But there's also the adventure of the walk, not knowing where your steps take you or sweetly enjoying the route you so thoughtfully planned for yourself as a small gesture of care towards yourself. Enjoying the beauty of budding cherry blossoms. Making fun of the smeared shit on the pavement. Giving love to a stranger through a smile. Yes, there's cold. But you already got used to it. So let the next bad thing happen with bravery. Because it's about the walk.
Deny the denier, the one who wishes for silence and not peace! Life is noise, energy, hurt, pain, nosebleeds, and runny noses. Peace is what you get after a full day of life. Don't listen to that voice who logically negates the siren songs of life. Go with it.

To be! Because to not be is statistically more prevalent. We can also choose to not be, but it is a privilege to be.
Progress and change the world for the better or be content and enjoy it as it is. Both types of people are necessary.

The sunrise is song, the sunset is poetry.
Any excess in something shows a lack in something else.
Don't take minimalism to its extreme: just because there is no need doesn't mean you shouldn't.
It was his idea! should be a praise, not an accusation – ideas appear rarely.
Suffering is like gravitation, it has a continuous pull on your life. If you let it, gravity might hurt you. Same with suffering.
Gödel and Existence: we cannot prove Existence because that would mean using an apparatus that is external to it; impossible because nothing can exist outside Existence.
The small fish ran away when a small branch was thrown into the water. The big fish did not move.
Time won't fix this, we have to fix it... in time.