These past few days, I’ve been anxious about one thing: with AI advancing so quickly, will my son lose his footing in the future?
I kept telling myself I had to catch this wave and build something as fast as possible, so he could have something reliable to lean on.
But that urgency made me constantly tense. My body felt worse, and my mental state kept declining.
Last night before sleep, I finally understood something: the best gift I can give my son is not money earned by burning my health, but a healthy, joyful father who can stay with him as he grows up.
A father who is unhappy, physically flashing red warnings, and unable to truly accompany his child is not worth any amount of money.
And in truth, the foundation of doing anything well is a healthy body and mind. If the direction is right, there’s no need to rush. Moving slowly may actually help us go steadier and farther.