I have this burning desire to write something, but I don’t know what. It’s weird. I sat down and wrote 15 blog posts in a row, day after day, and it felt so powerful, but when that tiny experiment ended, I did not continue the next one.

And then life happened. I got caught up in work, travel, fun, friendship, and faith. And my writing projects fell by the wayside.

Here’s the weird part: I “feel” lazy, but I know that I’m constantly working on something. Perhaps it is the ADHD in me that draws me to new projects every single day, it seems like. My list of interests feels nearly infinite. However, it also feels “doable”, like with just enough focused time, I could finish it.

But that is not true. Especially because I keep adding things to the list. My sense of curiosity is what is limitless. My time and focus, on the other hand, appear to be scarce commodities. What is weird is that there is a gap between learning something and sharing it with others in a way that helps them.

I now know a lot about kids, video game addiction, and tech. But turning that into a speaking business? Well, it is like starting a business. And social media might be the answer, but that is just as hyper-competitive as any other kind of business, and in many ways, it is more competitive because it is easily accessible to the whole world at a very low cost.

Plus, social media does not necessarily surface what is most useful to us but what we are most likely to click on. Yeah, that old bugaboo. Our novelty sensor is not necessarily tuned for maximum self-benefit, but it seems rather it is tuned for what is most threatening (though not necessarily dangerous) or titillating.

But those are just excuses. When you help someone solve a problem, they tell their friends about it. That is how GameTruck grew. I just need to lean into being as useful as possible and as helpful as possible.

And I need to get out of my own way when it comes to sharing.

So this is a start, likely one of many, where I sit down, put words to… it’s not paper? What am I doing? Moving electrons around. I am trying to transmit representations from my mind to yours using a medium that only exists as charged electron states in silicon wafers encased in plastic. What a weird way to communicate. It is meant to replicate print on paper. These groups of electron charges can be used to direct the rendering of lines on a white background to simulate print. Your eyes see them and translate them to familiar sounds and qualia (that’s a fancy word for a quality that is made up of sensory details, it’s like the attributes we attach to a memory or sensory experience). Hopefully, these groups of squiggles trigger representations in your mind, which lead to thoughts.

And thus we communicate over time and space, distance collapses, and two minds have shared an “idea.” Yeah, what a crazy world we live in. And you might even imagine you hear my voice as you read these words.

It is rather incredible that sight and sound can fulfill the same function, transmitting the thoughts from one mind to another across time and space. But the real magic happens when those thought threads, or word strings, are integrated into our own thinking, combined like spices added to a delicious (or malodorous) stew.

We change each other, mostly in small ways, but sometimes in large ones. So, I suppose it boils down to this. I need to have faith to put my ingredients into the stew that is our society, I commit to adding to the stone soup that makes up our communal existence.