A reflection on why Marshall Smith’s book returned to my life and what it reveals about ambition

Note: These views do not represent those of my employer. This piece was composed entirely in my personal time, using my own resources. This Saturday morning, between 7 and 8 a.m., I jogged past the Sunnyvale Farmers Market — it’s a small theatre of capitalism where everything smells faintly of fruit, ambition, and the anxiety…

PrologueThis has taken a lot of courage to share. Part of me believes that giving too much of yourself away is inviting weakness. But this story has lived in me like fog — heavy, unshakable. I finally found the courage to speak it, because silence itself costs too much. Recently, I took time off from…