nothing feels quite like rejection - by vincent huang
lately i’ve been confused about what value i am providing to the world. it seems that i am in possession of a rare set of legos, and i am just a few steps away from building something shiny, but for one reason or another i keep assembling the legos in incoherent arrangements and nothing beautiful ever gets created? what i mean is something like - i have a lot of useful skills and strengths, enough to be a decent engineer or researcher or coworker, but empirically not enough to be a great one; people generally enjoy spending time with me, enough to want to be friends, but not enough to want to indulge in my craziest ideas or spend the rest of our lives together. when i think about people my age whom i deeply respect, it doesn’t seem like they have better or more numerous tools than me, but somehow they’re able to put everything to use in a way that i haven’t been able to yet. it feels like the difference between linear and compounding returns sometimes i wonder if i will ever (by my sta
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