Dust Notes

For the past ten years, whenever I hit a beautiful coastline, I’ve kept a habit that most people call insane: I swim out. Way out.

For a long time, I was hemorrhaging my life’s most valuable assets without even noticing. I was trapped in the “80/20 trap” of mediocrity: Even

I once traveled to the mystical highlands of Tibet and stayed with a local family. It was a world completely detached from everything I thought

I was driving back to Saigon from the countryside with a friend. Halfway through, the exhaustion kicked in, so I handed him the wheel. It

Five years ago, a spark hit me: I needed to write a book about my journey. It was an unexpected realization, born from the debris

Whenever I meet students or welcome new hires, I always start with a simple gesture: I hold up three fingers. I tell them that on

The office? It was a pressure cooker. I was terrified of becoming obsolete—a “system error” in a world that only rewards the latest update. Switching

I once had a conversation with a Zen master for whom I have profound respect. My admiration didn’t stem from the fact that he once

After 15+ years in the corporate trenches, especially since stepping into management, I’ve noticed one tiny detail that separates the leaders from the laggards. When

Whenever I sit down with students or new hires, I usually drop a short story: I started from nothing—dead broke, zero connections. From that starting