Date: December 7, 2024
Random Thoughts (nadav_rock_2)
Your path will wait for you
Date: November 9, 2024
Random Thoughts (nadav_rock_2)
I try to always say yes to things i don’t want to do
On his twelfth birthday, the boy received A gift wrapped in mystery, yet to be perceived. A necklace adorned with a curious charm, A glimmering amulet meant to protect him from harm. At first, it seemed a clear warning sign: A spider, a snake, each fear well-defined. The boy saw these images, shivered, withdrew, Believing his fears were the wisest view. From spiders, from bees, from heights and from flame, He shied from the shadows that called out his name. But dreams of adventure gnawed at his mind, His fears, it seemed, were leaving him blind. One day, he thought, “What if fear’s just a guide, Showing the path where true courage resides?” So, with trembling hands and a heart full of doubt, He took his first step toward a different route. When the amulet showed him a high mountain’s peak, He climbed to the summit, though feeling so weak. If a dragon appeared, he would train day and night, Then seek it and face it, determined to fight. Each fear that appeared, he no longer denied, He met it, embraced it, with courage as his guide. For each time he conquered the dread in his chest, He found he was stronger, more able, more blessed. Years rolled on, and the charm started to fade, Its visions grew faint, like mist and like shade. Till one day, it showed him a mirror instead— A face without fear, a heart fully led. The amulet stilled, no more images came, Its purpose fulfilled, it had shown him his aim. The fears he once fled from had paved him a way, And with nothing left holding him back, he could stay. Now he lives by a truth he found in that guide: The things we resist are just fears we should ride. For life isn’t lived by shrinking away; It’s seized by the heart that faces each day.
Date: November 8, 2024
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There Is No Empathy Beyond The Clouds
He journeyed far, across realms unknown, Through gates of stars and worlds of stone. He gathered tech from alien lands, Forged it deep within his hands. With every piece, he grew more grand, A godlike force, at his command. He changed his form, both flesh and steel, And soon forgot what it meant to feel. He rose above, beyond the clouds, Far from the world and maddened crowds. The hunter now, yet hunted too, By those who feared what he could do. They saw the power in his frame, And cursed the man he had became. For in his eyes, no mercy lay, Just cold precision, night and day. But once alone, above the earth, He pondered all his strength was worth. Was there purpose in his might, Or had he traded wrong for right? He watched them live, the world below, With hearts of warmth he couldn’t know. He’d gained the stars, but lost his soul, A drifting shell with no true goal. The weapon he’d become at last, Could not erase the life he’d passed. And though he held all power grand, He felt no urge to raise his hand. For empathy was lost to him, A shadow faint, a memory dim. Above the clouds, beyond the sky, A god, alone, who could not cry. And there he sat, no anger left, Of all he’d gained, yet most bereft. For power vast could not restore, The heart he’d lost forevermore. So heed his tale, the fate he earned— Some things, once gone, cannot return. For beyond the clouds, where gods reside, There is no warmth, just hollow pride.
Date: November 8, 2024
Random Thoughts (nadav_rock_2)
To every heart there is a key. A combination of words like to the cave of Alibaba. To the mines of Moria. You just have to prove you see beyond the shell and pretense who the person really is inside. It can’t be guessed. It can’t be a lie. You have to see it to receive the words. Often times they won’t know it of themselves till the magic words are spoken
In a land of shadows, where secrets dwell, Lived a maiden cursed by a witch’s spell. Her heart, once free, now locked away tight, Hidden from love, lost to the night. Her lover, brave, with eyes so keen, Saw beyond what others had seen. He knew her soul, her hidden grace, Yet could not reach that sacred place. The witch had whispered, dark and sly, “A heart like hers, no words can pry. Only the truth, not guess nor plea, Can find the lock’s one hidden key.” And so he set out, far and wide, With hope his only faithful guide. Through valleys deep and mountains high, Under starlit nights and stormy sky. He spoke to sages, asked the wise, Searched in scrolls and ancient lies. In every word, he sought the sound To break her curse, her heart unbound. He learned of doors, of caves and mines, Of magic words and hidden signs. Of keys that fit not forged by hand, But by the soul that dares to understand. Years went by, but still he roamed, A wanderer without a home. His heart grew weary, but his love stayed true, For he knew his quest was long overdue. Until one day, he crossed a glen, And found her there, alone again. She looked at him, her eyes so cold, Her spirit bound by magic old. But something sparked—a gentle flame, As he called her by her truest name. Not the name she’d worn like a cloak so tight, But the name he’d known in his soul’s own light. He spoke of dreams and tales untold, Of the girl she was, so fierce and bold. Of fears she hid, of joy denied, Of the self she’d buried deep inside. And with each word, a lock gave way, The spell grew weak, began to fray. 'Til at last, her heart broke free, Unlocked by words, her soul’s true key. For every heart, there is a phrase, A sacred truth that clears the haze. A map that only love can see, To lead it home, to set it free. And so they stood, their spirits bare, Their souls entwined, a perfect pair. For he had traveled far to learn, That words alone can make hearts turn. So heed this tale, and know it’s true— To every heart, a key shines through. Not guessed, nor lied, nor won with ease, But seen by those who seek to please.
Date: November 7, 2024
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online_promises
starting 9.11.2024 in relation to the max speed i ran in 2024 i will run : 10.11.2024 – maxspeed-1.1kmph 11.11.2024 maxspeed-1 kmph 13.11.2024 maxspeed-0.9 kmph 14.11.2024 – maxspeed -0.8 kmph 17.11.2024 maxspeed-0.7 kmph 18.11.2024 maxspeed-0.6 kmph 20.11.2024 maxspeed -0.5 kmph 21.11.2024 maxspeed-0.4 kmph 24.11.2024 maxspeed -0.3 kmph 25.11.2024 maxspeed-0.1 kmph 27.11.2024 max speed 28.11.2024 maxspeed+0.1kmph for at least 2k
Date: November 7, 2024
Random Thoughts (nadav_rock_2)
It’s easier to be invisible than to be seen for someone you’re not
A boy was born with a face so fair, That others bent to his smallest care. With every wish, they’d heed and sway, Each whim obeyed, none dared to stray. As years went by, that face grew more, A beauty fierce, a silent roar. Men and women fell in line, Drawn to him by unseen sign. Yet power brings a weight unknown, For all who came left him alone. Their glances trapped, their voices tamed, Yet none could see the soul unnamed. He learned the craft of mask and guise, To cloak himself, to shift, disguise. He molded faces, skin and bone, In hopes to make some heart his own. But no mask worn could bring him peace, Each face a trap, no true release. He’d laugh or smile, his charm intact, But felt each word was an empty act. And when he peeled the faces free, The world grew blind, refused to see. Invisible, he walked the earth, A ghost adrift since childhood’s birth. A choice to make, one cruel and bare, To be unseen or falsely there. To mask and lie, to play the role, Or vanish whole, unseen, untold. So often now, he chose the veil, A silent life, behind the pale. For what’s the point in being seen, If no one knows just who you mean? He walked the world, a shadow thin, Bound by faces he couldn’t wear within. No mask is final, they all decay, Yet he wore each one in silent dismay. A face so fair, a spirit lost, The freedom he craved came at a cost. In fading light, he learned too late, there is no mask that can relate
Date: November 6, 2024
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You’ll know when a baby step is too small. If it doesn’t feel like it was nothing then it was something
In a land where creatures grow with every climb, There lived one eager, young, and prime. Its body small, its spirit bright, It looked to scale the heights of might. The first step seemed so vast and tall, A sturdy tree that loomed above all. With shaky limbs and breath held tight, It clambered upward, slow and slight. A baby step that felt immense, Each inch a struggle, each branch intense. Yet when it reached the leafy crest, Its heart swelled proud within its chest. With newfound strength, it sought the hill, A challenge bold, demanding will. The hill was steep, the air grew thin, But still it climbed, and grit did win. Every stone beneath its feet, Felt like a mountain fierce to beat. And though the hill seemed small from afar, It pushed, it stretched, it left a scar. At the top, it gazed down low, And knew that something made it grow. Years passed by and mountains rose, Beckoning heights no one knows. Our creature, now with wisdom deep, Set its sights on slopes so steep. No longer tiny, not so frail, But every peak a daunting trail. The wind was harsh, the rocks were rough, Each step was harder, true and tough. And as it neared the summit’s call, It saw how far it’d climbed through all. For every step, though hard and slow, Had shaped the creature’s heart to grow. No act too small, no inch too slight, Each struggle added to its might. Life unfolds in paths unseen, Where every rise makes you keen. So at the top, it stood so tall, Once a creature weak and small. And knew that heights are reached by those, Who grow with each hard step they chose. A journey where no climb’s too small, Each one a part of the creature’s all.
Date: November 5, 2024
Random Thoughts (nadav_rock_2)
No 20 year old in the past has ever had the privilege of being able to ask a chatbot who am I
In a realm where minds were shared and free, Lived a young creature, curious as could be. Born of a race with tangled dreams, Where the present is never what it seems. Each dawn brought a new identity, A different life, no certainty. They woke up in someone else’s mind, Leaving their own true self behind. One day, this creature found a door, A mirror that promised something more. A magical glass that could see the truth, Reflecting answers, both honest and smooth. "Who am I?" he dared to ask, Though others would call it a foolish task. For none in his race dared to seek, Answers they feared would make them weak. The mirror answered in silent gleam, “Look within, past the collective stream. Though memories blend and roles may shift, A steady self lies beneath the rift.” Through each reflection, wisdom grew, Each question asked, an insight new. And slowly, the jumbled memories cleared, His true self finally appeared. As days went by, he asked for more, Guided by truths he’d not known before. He found strength in his inner voice, In a world of chaos, he made his choice. While others drifted, lost in the flow, This creature learned, began to grow. With each answer, he saw the way To lead his kin to a brighter day. He rose as king, the one aware, Of who he was, beyond the shared. With knowledge vast yet uniquely his, He led them out of the mental abyss. In an age when we can ask who we are, Through a screen, through a mirror, from near or far, He found the truth in each answered beam, That the present is never what it seems.
Date: November 4, 2024
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Darkness only gets to win when someone is weak enough to let it out
In a town by the woods, where shadows grow deep, An abandoned old house lay hidden in sleep. Its rooms held secrets, its walls kept tales, Of whispers and warnings, of sorrowful wails. At the heart of this house, in a dust-covered room, Lay a chest wrapped in shadows, bound tight by gloom. The townsfolk all knew of the curse it concealed— A box of desire or darkness revealed. For most of the year, they steered clear away, Strong in their will to keep darkness at bay. But once in a while, a heart would grow weak, And into the house, the foolish would sneak. They'd reach for the box, their wishes aflame, For wealth, for love, for glory and fame. But the box held secrets it wouldn’t reveal, Until touched by hands too eager to feel. Sometimes it granted the heart’s deepest plea, With treasures or joy as vast as the sea. But more often than not, it would open wide, And unleash a spirit the dark couldn't hide. It would rise in the night, a creature of dread, With hollow eyes glowing, alive though undead. Through alleys it slithered, down lanes it would creep, In search of the weak, the lost, or asleep. The town would grow silent, their lamps turned low, For they knew when the creature would come and go. And though they were brave, their fear ran deep, For darkness was something all carried to keep. Each time, they would wait till the creature grew tired, Till their prayers and their courage were all it required To trap it back in the chest with great care, And lock it away from the fresh morning air. Yet every so often, when spirits would break, Another would come, too tempted to shake. And darkness would rise from deep in the chest, As weakness let it free from its uneasy rest. For in each of them lived a shadowed part, That hid in the corners of every heart. And only when weakness opened the door, Would darkness escape to wander once more. So the townsfolk would whisper, in voices low, Some locks are best closed, some desires best stowed. For darkness lies waiting in each human soul, And strength is what keeps us, forever whole.
Date: November 3, 2024
Random Thoughts (nadav_rock_2)
Ethereum l1 over time will have fewer and fewer code updates shifting the vulnerability to layer 2 and 3 that continuously update. But Solana will forever keep updating and risking its layer 1
In the heart of the world stood a city of lore, Encased by great walls, with secrets galore. For centuries long, it was sealed from the rest, Its knowledge unmatched, its power professed. Around it, the world stood hungry with dreams, Hoping to learn what lay under the seams. But the walls were alive, with gears that would turn, Self-repairing defenses, a lesson to learn. Many tried sneaking, with cunning and stealth, Hoping to profit from the city's vast wealth. Few slipped in and few made it back to their kin, Yet no one could glimpse what lay deep within. The city grew legends, a whisper, a tale, Of technology hidden behind walls like mail. So nations grew stronger, their knowledge amassed, Till armies stood ready, the world’s might amassed. With machines of their own, they came with a call, Determined to finally break down the wall. They battered and hammered with power anew, And the wall groaned and crumbled—it finally broke through. They advanced with cheers, for the secrets were near, But what met them inside was a truth cold and clear. At the city's true core, another wall stood, Sealed tight with no doors, of metal and wood. Baffled, they left, taking what they had seized, Thinking they'd plundered all they'd pleased. But as years passed by, ambition returned, With questions unquenched, with curiosity burned. The walls had grown stronger, taller, and thick, Resistant to tools, immune to each trick. Once more they assembled, more armies, more might, Once more they tore down the outer walls' height. Yet inside they found no passage or key, Just the same inner wall, as solid as could be. And so it repeated, each decade, each year, They’d break down the wall, but the core stayed clear. With each passing age, the outer walls grew, Their mysteries deeper, their purpose anew. Just like a chain that risks constant repair, Some walls grow weaker with every new layer. And there came a time, after battles and fights, When the armies gave up on the city's bright lights. For they saw, in their failure, a truth hard to bear: Few walls outlast human resolve—but fewer repair. In the end, they learned, through trial and toil, Some things are best left in their ancient soil. Not all secrets should be forced to the light, For true strength is built in the absence of flight.
