A clear head remembers what it loves. Mine found AI at the bottom — and it pulled me back up.
I nearly drowned at Christmas, sucked into a river mouth. Spent the weeks after watching YouTube, head a mess. That's how I stumbled into AI — and something lit up that hadn't in years.
Passion doesn't arrive when you're numbing yourself. It needs a clear head to even hear it. Sober, the thing you actually love gets loud again.
For me it went from ChatGPT tourist to terminal native fast — because it wasn't work, it was obsession. The good kind. The kind that runs a company now.
This rung is about finding the thing you'd do for free, and then being clever enough to build the rest of your life around it.
