The feeling starts it. Small, repeated, ordinary choices are what make it last.
We talk about love as if it were weather. We fall into it. It happens to us. Sometimes it fades, and we speak about that as if it were also beyond our control, like a season changing.
I understand why. The early stage of love really does feel like something arriving from outside. But I have come to believe that this description, repeated often enough, does real damage to the way we build relationships.
Adult friendships survive because someone maintains them. Usually that someone has to be you.
Money is very good at one job: buying the freedom to say no. It needs clear instructions to do it.
Competition gets the blame. Cash timing, founder bandwidth and drift do most of the damage.
On the difference between visible faith and performed faith, and what remains when no one is watching.