Who made the world

Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do

The Summer Day, Mary Oliver


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“I’m worth a billion but I have no sense of purpose”

Everyone is asking if we are in a tech bubble. I think we are not. But I also think that there is a bigger problem at play. In the race to be the next big thing we forgot that companies exist to fulfill a need. We got too consumed with our own numbers, our growth and hockey stick curves and who’s writing about us. ‘Oh they’re hot they got into Techcrunch’. We forgot to ask ourselves one key question: what is our purpose? Why do we exist as a business. If we disappeared tomorrow would it really matter?continue reading »

How little things matter…

Comparison of my morning routine between New York and London. Using Starbucks as the base Index (much like the Big Mac is used as the Purchasing Power Parity index across the world)


Me: Hi, id like a Vente Capuccino please, with an extra shot, and extra extra dry

Barrista: Groan. What’s Dry ?


New York

Me: Hi, id like a Vente Capuccino please, with an extra shot, and extra extra dry

Barrista: Extra Dry just like a Martini coming right up!
I love this place . And i love my super dry capu.