Everyone had gone to sleep.

I’d pull the telephone wire across the living room floor, connect it to the modem in my room, close the door, and wait. The noise would start. Couldn’t let it get too loud. Then it would settle. The internet was open. My world was open.

I didn’t know what I was doing. I just knew I had to get in.

That was 1999. Computers. Chip magazine. The CD tucked inside with music software. Winning fake lotteries. Misspelling hotmail and landing somewhere I shouldn’t. Booking movie tickets. Making a purchase on Rediff. No map. Just a wire I pulled across the floor every night after everyone slept.

Fast forward to 2013. Same energy, different room. ClickFunnels. Russell Brunson. Pat Flynn. The whole world of funnels and digital marketing opened up and I went deep. Not because someone told me to. Because I couldn’t stop. I went through Pat Flynn’s entire archive. Every episode. Nobody assigned it.

I learned things I didn’t think I’d ever use. Systems I couldn’t yet explain why I was building.

Now it’s 2026. Claude Code. 12 nights in. 15 projects. 3,673 API roundtrips. I wake up every morning just to see what moved overnight.

Same feeling as the modem connecting in the dark.

Most people look at this and see obsession. Someone who can’t switch off. That’s one way to see it.

But look at what each sleepless phase produced.

1999 built a way of thinking. That thinking became music. Music became a career. 2013 built a business. The business built time. The time built freedom.
2026 is building something I can’t name yet.

The sleeplessness was never the problem. It was always the indicator. Not stress. Not anxiety. A crack in the wall with light coming through it.

The modem was that crack. The funnel was that crack. This is that crack.

Jobs said it better than I can. You can only connect the dots looking backward.

Standing in 1999 pulling a wire across a dark room, I could not have told you this is where it was going. Standing in 2013 reading about conversion rates, I could not have explained what any of it had to do with music or tabla or anything I called myself.

But nothing was wasted. Not one night of it.

Genuine curiosity doesn’t ask where this is going. It just goes. And somewhere down the line you turn around and see the path. Every dot connected. Every detour was the route.

The sleeplessness was the signal. It was always the signal.

The modem was a door.

The funnel was a door.

This is a door.

Walk through.