leaving leaving is the process from fullness into emptiness from the familiar circle of life the routines undone the streets i knew by heart the people i kept meeting the names and labels that had gathered on my skin toward a place entirely unknown where a new life waits to be written before i go i take out everything i had hidden in my heart and say goodbye to it piece by piece memory rises and feeling rises with it one by one i empty the rooms within me until i am almost as i was when i first arrived unfurnished unclaimed open what remains is a blankness echoing with my fear of loneliness my longing for freedom and the questions i still cannot answer what is freedom what is happiness when i first came here i was drifting in a river carried by the current thinking only of making things now i have to place my own hands on the helm no longer mistaking the waves for fate or the shore for salvation i will miss the days i lived here but i must learn again how to sleep inside loneliness how to eat inside uncertainty how to recognize desire in the blank and through the act of leaving turn freedom from an idea into a life i practice every day

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i left Cursor. after 10 years inside the tech bubble in San Francisco, Cursor felt like the sharpest version of that world – fast, intense, ambitious, full of people trying to pull the future closer. i’m leaving with gratitude, but also with the feeling that i need a different rhythm. slower time. different weather. more culture, aliveness, and humans in the everyday. Asia feels like the right place to begin again. to stay grounded, experience life more fully, and build freely. i’ll share what i find along the way!

my early mentors were these apps, especially Rdio, Mailbox, and Apple they made new patterns that made software feel simpler and intuitive to touch as we leave the world of apps behind, what parts of software will remain visible, and how could it feel?

when the dream becomes the job i used to think the dream was to make my hobby my work. to spend my life close to the things i loved: computers, tools, interfaces, systems, tiny details, the feeling of making something from nothing. the things i used to do at night, after school, after work, in the margins of life, somehow became the center of my life. and it is a dream. i don’t want to pretend otherwise. there is a very specific happiness in getting paid to care. in meeting other people who care. in building a language around your obsession. in seeing something that lived only in your head become real enough for other people to touch. but there is also a quiet pain in it. because the thing that once belonged only to you no longer belongs only to you. it becomes attached to deadlines, teams, customers, strategy, money, reputation, momentum... curiosity becomes roadmap. taste becomes decision-making. play becomes output. the thing you once used to escape the world becomes the thing through which the world reaches you. and now there is another strange layer: the machines are getting good at the work too. not just the boring parts. the parts that used to feel close to the heart. writing, coding, designing, reasoning, making taste-like decisions, turning vague ideas into something real. the things we once used as proof that we had something special inside us are becoming things a model can approximate, remix, and sometimes do faster. that can feel scary in a very specific way. not only because of jobs or competition, but because it touches the myth you built around yourself. if the thing i became good at can be done by a machine, then what part of it was really me? i think that question is painful because it arrives at the same place. the original love. before the title, before the company, before the taste became a role, before the work became useful to other people, there was a small fire inside. curiosity. obsession. the feeling that the world became more alive when you understood a little more of it, or made a tiny piece of it bend to your will. AI can make the output faster. it can even raise the floor of the craft. but it cannot want on your behalf. it cannot decide what is worth loving. it cannot protect the strange private thread that made you care in the first place. maybe that is what becomes more important now. not whether you can still produce the artifact by hand. not whether you can outperform the machine at every task. that game is already changing. the real question is whether you still have a relationship with the source. the part with no audience. no roadmap. no deadline. the part that can wander, collect strange references, make useless things. follow beauty, be wrong, be slow, be you, be true. because that part is not separate from the work. it is the source of the work. if you lose it, you can still operate. you can still manage the machine. you can still prompt, review, decide, ship, and keep things moving. but the work becomes thinner. safer. more explainable. less alive. so maybe the real discipline is not to work harder, rest more, or care less. maybe it is to keep returning to the place where the love began – before it became useful, before it became legible, before anyone needed anything from it, before even the machine could mirror it back to you. not to escape the work. to make sure the fire inside is still alive.