A deep life

what I actually want, when I strip everything else away:

a little land. a dog. a door I can leave open. people I love within reach but not always underfoot. work that means something. a tree I watch change through every season.

not a big life. a deep one.

Every time work gets stressful, or I feel like I'm falling behind trying to keep up with AI, I have the same morbid thought: in the end, no one cares at all about any of this. My gravestone won't mention the hours I worked, or the views my website got, or how much money I make (or don't!). It'll mention family, and relationships. Those are the things we should all prioritise, they're the things that can bring genuine and lasting happiness, and they're the things - at the end - that truly matter.