And so this raises the question; will I care when I’m gone? If I do not do the work or, indeed, never find it, or do work that I think is worthy of my time and effort and yet comes to nought, will I be remorseful? When I’m lying between the sheets in my final hours, I will likely be empty for not doing it.
Sunday Letters
Welcome to the Sunday Letters archive. Here you'll find all editions of the newsletter from 2015. Sunday Letters is a conversation I'm having with myself. It attempts to address the psychology and philosophy of living the good life in the face of rapid technological chnage. It is the pursuit of an answer to a question. Thanks for being here.
Is Work Good For Us?
Some thoughts on work and an update on the work survey
Does Anyone Really Love Anyone Else?
Thoughts on love and what that means
A Metaphor For Life & Work
On resolving the paradox of accepting difficulty
The Pint
On the taking of a pint.
A Monday to Friday Sort of Dying
In recent research, I found almost half of respondents said they were at odds with their work. Is there a way out for these workers?
What It Takes To Survive
Extract from the upcoming revision to the 2020 ebook on Resilience