I was recently thinking about the idea of middle-person in the Transfer of Knowledge. Take those Instagram “influencers”, they read something in the internet and come preach as if they are the original inventors or discoverers of that matter. This then becomes fairly problematic as their pride increases by this sense of being the Omniscient Narrator of the story.

My problem with this that has also been a source of frustration for myself as well has been the fact that such attitude results in a world view that is incomplete—I’m realizing that my words convey no meaning and that perhaps is because I’m thinking.

Anyways. I see these middle people in social media sharing ideas and things that are essentially fake and wrong.

This makes me wonder why don’t the people just go to the actual source? And this is actually where the problem originates. What should the source say?

You see we are wrong almost all of the time. We assume that we aren’t but most certainly we always are. And by that even when we think we are finding the source it might as well be all wrong.

Now that is hard to think about.

In Life there are trade-offs. I remember the quotes of Murakami in that he said to Ozawa that his job affords him the luxury of having the time for listening to music and actually being able to collect a huge collection of vinyl.

When I sit back and reflect upon my decision to become a modern Knowledge Worker, I sometimes wonder if I have made the right choice? For me the whole idea of being a knowledge worker seems like a choice made in heavens—if you know what I mean by that—It was somewhat of a genetic decision. Somewhat I was born into a family of all Knowledge Workers. (Not my grandparents, but my immediate family) and therefore it was no longer an option. My world sounded like knowledge work.

While that may be; there are other concerns in which I have never had a way of understanding at first. For example. Only recently I’m beginning to understand that I love walking and I have physical agency. I don’t like to sit all day in a room where there actually is nothing beautiful.

It is then hugely horrifying to see how I have made a choice that maybe is going to stick with me for years to come.

In some other respects; I think this way of life has given me much to be happy about. I get to be inside of a computer where I feel good although just now I think that is not something good.

I’m probably more in love with being in the moment. Exactly why I’m writing this on a sheet of paper. Feeling present in the moment. Feeling alive.

This is so strange. Oh my god.

What should I have been? For some reason I feel so good and alive right now. There is something in me that is perfect.