You found me. Congratulations. Or condolences. I’m not entirely sure which.
Look, I’m not a guru. I’m not here to sell you a 27-step morning routine, a magic pill, or a $300 course on “unlocking your potential.” I’m just a guy who reads too much, listens too much, thinks too much, and writes about it in his free time — after my day job, after surviving the commute, after burning the last cup of coffee and questioning all my life choices.
I write because I care — not because I have life figured out. Life is messy. Life is confusing. Life is like trying to solve a Rubik’s Cube while riding a unicycle on a tightrope over a pit of angry cats. This site? My attempt to cut through the noise, sift through the nonsense, and throw some raw thoughts your way — lightly seasoned with sarcasm and a dash of existential panic.
I post essays, podcast breakdowns (Diary of a CEO, Jay Shetty, Huberman Lab), and my half-cooked experiments in health, productivity, and the human brain. Everything here is free, 100% human-written, and occasionally polished by AI — because my grammar is catastrophic and my spelling sometimes makes no sense. So think of AI as my sympathetic proofreader who’s slowly learning to ignore my weird metaphors.
Why Support Me
I’m not expecting you to subscribe. This isn’t a transaction. You don’t get a newsletter, webinars, or a personalized pep talk (I don’t have the energy). Supporting me is literally fuel — coffee, moral support, empathy, or the occasional monetary boost — to keep me writing, thinking, and over-caffeinating at 2 a.m.
Think of it this way: your support is a small, heroic gesture in a chaotic world. It’s like giving a struggling poet a pack of Red Bull. It’s like tossing a coin into a fountain and hoping for some existential magic. It’s a way of saying: “Hey, your rambling thoughts, your half-baked metaphors, your sarcastic rants — maybe someone out there actually wants to read this.”
Poetic Sarcasm, Because Why Not
- Fuel me so I can keep turning coffee into existential essays.
- Donate so I can continue overthinking everything while the world sleeps.
- Support me so I can survive another day of staring at my keyboard, pretending I know what I’m doing.
- Throw in a little love so I can keep making sense of nonsense, one messy sentence at a time.
- Encourage me so I can post these 4–5 minute reads while balancing life, work, and the occasional existential dread.
No Strings
- Cancel anytime. No drama.
- No spam. No data-selling. Ever.
- You won’t get perks, you won’t get a newsletter, you won’t get a motivational poster. But you might get my eternal gratitude and a subtle nod of acknowledgment from the depths of my overworked brain.
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If you want to throw a little fuel into the chaos of my side-project writing life — help me pay the metaphorical barista of my caffeine addiction — click the button below.
This site is personal, messy, and mine alone. If you’re curious how that squares with the rest of my life, wander over to the Disclaimer. It’s basically the fine print, written in human language