Low diatribe

Unpolished thoughts on leadership and growth

It's all means

The ends justify the means.

It's the sentiment most associated with Machiavelli — not a direct quote, but the distilled reading of his work that history settled on. It never quite sat right with me. I've always read cruelty into it — an implicit permission to harm in service of outcome. That's my judgment, and I'm keeping it. But the cruelty isn't the only thing that bothers me.


I catch myself doing this thing. I identify a problem — something uncomfortable, something unresolved — and then I locate a future event that will fix it. Once this happens, that will resolve. The logic feels sound. The destination is clear. I just have to get there.

The job search is the most honest version of this I've lived. Getting a job will fix everything. The financial pressure, the uncertainty, the low-grade hum of not knowing what comes next — all of it waiting on the other side of an offer letter.

Except that's not what happens when the thing happens.

The problem space shifts. The financial pressure changes shape. The uncertainty relocates. The hum finds a new frequency. Some things that felt urgent become irrelevant. New things appear that weren't visible from where you were standing before. The problems don't disappear — the terrain changes, and the problems that were possible in that terrain change with them.

The destination wasn't a destination. It was a milestone. And milestones don't stop the motion — they mark it.


This is where Machiavelli's framing breaks down for me.

The ends justify the means assumes there are ends — fixed points you can reach, hold, and measure yourself against. It makes the present moment instrumental. Everything you're doing right now is in service of something else, something later, something that will finally make the current discomfort worth it.

But there is no static state. There is no arriving.

The motion is the experience. We don't move through reality — we perceive it from inside it, and perception is the whole of it. The destination is a cognitive convenience — a way of making motion legible, of giving the journey a shape we can hold in our heads. It's useful. It's also not real.

If the ends don't exist the way we think they do, then the means aren't justified by them.

The means are the thing.


It's all means.

Every conversation, every decision, every uncomfortable stretch of not-knowing — not instrumental, not in service of some future state that will finally make it make sense. The means are where you actually live. The means are where the work happens, where the growth happens, where the person you're becoming is being formed.

The job, when it comes, won't fix everything. It will shift the problem space into a new configuration, and I'll do the work that's possible in that configuration. Some things will resolve. New things will appear. The motion continues.

That's not a consolation. That's the actual shape of it.


"The journey is the destination" never quite landed for me. It always felt like a request — find peace in the waiting, be present in the in-between. Good advice, hard to operationalize.

This is different. It's not asking me to feel differently about the journey. It's asking me to see it accurately. There is no destination waiting to justify what I'm doing right now. What I'm doing right now is the thing. The means are all there is.

Which means the question isn't when will this resolve.

The question is what does this make possible.


I'm one month into a four-month consulting contract. The buffer is real and I'm grateful for it. But I notice the pull — the tendency to treat the contract as the means and the next role as the end, to hold the present moment at arm's length until the destination clarifies.

The destination won't clarify. It will arrive, shift the terrain, and reveal the next set of means.

So I'm trying to do the work that's in front of me. Not as a strategy for getting somewhere else. As the thing itself.

And if the means are all there is — if this is where I actually live — then they're worth doing well. Better means make a brighter future, not because they get me there faster, but because they're what the future is made of.

It's all means.

That's not a compromise. That's the whole game.

Silvaris. Strength in quiet. Quiet as revolution.

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