and reading some other blogs actually sort of gave me a renewed zeal to start writing again.
So it’s been ten weeks since school started, and as with previous semesters, life is hectic, as always. First couple of weeks you settle in and play yourself silly. Spend the recess week worrying about the insurmountable task of completing all the projects that the profs give so freely, and now is the final 7-week lap where you just can’t wait for the magical ‘week 14′ to appear, only because it means the end of a semester’s worth of projects.
And there’s exams too. Let’s not get started on that.
It’s just this, and one more term because we become ‘graduates’. I’m looking forward to working life, only because there’s an income, and income equals financial independence for me. But some bemoans that it’s the beginning of a very, very long road, until you retire or are retrenched – whichever comes first. (For some, death is an early exit, but let’s not go there.)
Six half-years of madness, one in progress, and another one to come. Ever wondered why are we always in a mad rush? I wonder. Why the race – red queen, rat, whatchacallem – that we always see ourselves running in? And funny thing is, no matter where we end up, there seems to be always a greener pasture.
Are we such failures in whatever we set out to achieve?
Is there always a ‘better’ state that we have fallen short of, or is it just an illusion? Some say it’s a matter of perspective (“you are only as good as you think you are”), while some believes that contentment is the way to go.
I always say that in this world, there are the controllable variables and those uncontrollable ones. What I don’t know (and i don’t say), is to what extent both fields reach. I love to be in control too, but sometimes, the uncontrollable field seems to expand by the minute, leading to a sense of being overwhelmed by the circumstances.
The nature of life’s unpredictability, to some, is ugly, and to others, is a joy, only because of its spontaneous nature. I like unpredictability because it is an excuse to deviate from plans, from routines, from standards, and there are others out there who share the same sentiments. Embrace routine, and you’ll be called a stick-in-the-mud, but that’s not without merits too. At least with routine comes familiarity, and a sense of security that comes with it.
Okay I’m rambling only because I refuse to do my work, so if you actually manage to get so far (400 words is not a lot), good for you. Come look for me, I’ll give you a lolli. =)