Lyrics: based on a Linkedin post by a design professional, shortened & lightly edited
Production: Suno.AI, 28th generation
Cover: Midjourney, 17th generation
I deleted everything.
Every note in Obsidian.
Every carefully crafted “second brain”.
Every Apple Note.
Every to do list.
Every article on my “read later” list.
Every productivity system l'd built over years.
Gone in seconds.
And I felt zero panic.
Just an overwhelming sense of relief.
Here's what l've learned
about our obsession with “capturing everything”:
The Promise:
Build a networked archive
so vast
it can answer questions before you ask.
Never forget.
Never lose an insight.
The Reality:
My “second brain” became a mausoleum.
A dusty collection of old selves,
frozen curiosities,
and deferred thinking.
But I already know what I want to read.
I know the shape of my attention.
I don't need a database
to prove I have taste.
We don't think in folders.
We think in stories,
connections,
experiences.
The ideas that matter will return.
If they don't, they didn't.
My new system is no system
I don't want to manage knowledge.
I want to live it.
Sometimes the most productive thing you can do
is deleting everything
and start anew.