He never wore an Oura Ring.

When we optimize our lives, we forget how to live.

This is a photograph of my grandfather smoking a cigarette in Princeton, Indiana.

Papa never wore an Ōura Ring.

He preferred the ruby ring my grandmother gifted him one year for his birthday. It took her months to scrape together the money from her factory job. At the end of his days, when he removed it from his finger to pass it on to my father, there w…