Charismatic, gun-loving, alcoholic, competitive, ruthless, compartmentalized, sexually ambiguous—few expressed the zeitgeist of post-war America with more clarity than novelist Ernest Hemingway. When his powers waned, he sank into mind-hell and shot himself.
We are successful when we enjoy what we are doing. Or not doing.
It will not be missed when it finally expires, the insane idea that I cannot pull ahead unless someone else falls behind, that in order for me to win, someone has to lose.
More is a chore. Less is best.
Skills, aptitudes, talents, ingenuity, cleverness, invention—these can be demonstrated, celebrated, monetized. But how exactly is wisdom demonstrated? Is it even a skill?