I'm wide awake now, looking down at mountains poking up out of a rippling sea of clounds, side-lit by the dawn. In a plane, not on a mountaintop, but still striking.
The problem is as always: how to spend the moments of time. Deciding on each one is maybe the most wasteful; but hooking into precanned entertainment is not something I want in me. I would like to decide for myself, mindfully, what to do with my time. Most of it is already taken: work, deadlines, paperwork, and the good part, attentioning the kids. Sweet sleep and exercise are worthy too. But - what am I building, creating, or figuring out that is of any lasting worth? Most code is useless within a few years; or worse, still has to be supported 20 years later!
Even if I'd written a transport layer used by millions (without their realizing it, of course) I don't think it would be what I really want to contribute. Writing must be it, though to communicate values or patterns it will have to be more entertaining than this!
For some reason I love reading introspective writing myself. Hunger of Memory was liberating, because it seemed to