There are times, when I am so overly confident, feel so extremely
capable - to the point of near arrogance (or total ignorance) - that I
think I have this "life" thing figured out. You know, that hair split of
a second when you think you understand all the intelligent-sounding
quotes created by intelligent-sounding famous people before you; and
that you have applied all of those wise words to everything you do. Oh,
those dangerous hair split moments.
And then I'd get a reality check. Loud and clear, and very, very difficult to ignore; ear plugs or no.
At least I have enough sense to know by now that I can't just figure out
life, even if everything really does boil down to 42. With my
intelligence level, life is the equivalent of me trying to understand
what the heck P versus NP is, and then solving it. The
realization is a tough pill to swallow, especially when times are tough
and the universe seems to be plotting against me. Most of the time
though, I do try to regard this as a blessing. It means that I will
always have something to learn - whether I like it or not. In some weird
way, it also rests my mind to know that I am only part-way through my
life apprenticeship. It implies that it's not yet too late for me to try
new things out and to pursue what I want. To be always learning also
carry a small perk: if you're still learning, then you're allowed to
make mistakes, expected to, actually. That's almost like a get out of jail free card.
Long
story short, I'm writing this blog to try and work out the things I
still don't know about life. Writing and rambling tends to help me
think, so that's what I'm hoping this blog will help me achieve. Expect
ranting and maybe a few sentimental reckonings along with a couple
verbal diarrheas too though; they are not pretty, but I hear they are
healthy, and makes you hate life a little bit less in times of need.
Here we go.
I'M SO PROUD OF YOU GURL!!!
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