Friday, January 19, 2007
www.xkcd.com
I am just shamelessly copying this off a webcomic.
Guy#1: You should be more careful what you write. You never know when a future employer might read it.
Guy#2: When did we forget our dreams?
The infinite possiblities each day holds should stagger the mind. The sheer number of experiences I could have is uncountable, breathtaking, and I'm sitting here refreshing my inbox. We live trapped in loops, reliving a few days over and over, and we envision only a handful of paths laid out ahead of us. We see the same things each day, we respond the same way, we think the same thoughts, each day a slight variation on the last, every moment smoothly following the gentle curves of societal norms. We act like if we just get through today, tomorrow our dreams will come back to us.
And no, I don't have all the answers. I don't know how to jolt myself into seeing what each moment could become. But I do know one thing: the solution doesn't involve watering down my every little idea and creative impulse for the sake of someday easing my fit into a mold. It doesn't involve tempering my life to better fit someone's expectations. It doesn't involve constantly holding back for fear of shaking things up.
This is very important, so I want to say it as clearly as I can:
Fuck.
That.
Shit.
Guy#1: You should be more careful what you write. You never know when a future employer might read it.
Guy#2: When did we forget our dreams?
The infinite possiblities each day holds should stagger the mind. The sheer number of experiences I could have is uncountable, breathtaking, and I'm sitting here refreshing my inbox. We live trapped in loops, reliving a few days over and over, and we envision only a handful of paths laid out ahead of us. We see the same things each day, we respond the same way, we think the same thoughts, each day a slight variation on the last, every moment smoothly following the gentle curves of societal norms. We act like if we just get through today, tomorrow our dreams will come back to us.
And no, I don't have all the answers. I don't know how to jolt myself into seeing what each moment could become. But I do know one thing: the solution doesn't involve watering down my every little idea and creative impulse for the sake of someday easing my fit into a mold. It doesn't involve tempering my life to better fit someone's expectations. It doesn't involve constantly holding back for fear of shaking things up.
This is very important, so I want to say it as clearly as I can:
Fuck.
That.
Shit.
Sunday, January 07, 2007
Close your eyes. Think of all the bubbles and the love we made.
Got back from a high school friend's birthday party. It's been quite some time since I've seen them; refreshing to see old faces and catch up on what's what and who's with who.The culture I was used to in college - mostly geek culture - was different from theirs. Some were rockers, playing in gigs, one was well traveled, several are married already (one's expecting!), one's a DJ, one's set up a business of his own. The experience was.... very educational. Funny thing is, even if we all took different paths of life, we somehow still share common burdens, like bills, money (or the lack thereof), relationships.
I really should meet more new people.
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