MuffyTheVampyreLayer
01-20-2003, 04:34 PM
So I'm sitting here, brain fucked, having spent far too long chasing orks in a labyrinth that went nowhere (ps2 - I'm not completely nuts, yet). I'm starting to have those I need sleep but my brain wont cooperate thoughts - you know the ones where the end of an idea is nowhere in sight and every train of thought you start spirals endlessly to nowhere and entwines itself with all your other thoughts? Kind of like thought soup.
Amidst the general mudane shite you think about (where is my other blue sock, why does my air freshener smell the same as my fly spray, wtf is bengay...etc) occasionally you have the odd serious thought. As much as I'd like to squash those annoying serious thoughts down into the little pit of ignorance where they belong there is something about all night thinking sessions that make you have to stew things over. No sound, no light, no distraction - no Tarryn pulling on my arm and telling me how he's broken yet another toy that I have to replace IMMEDIATELY!
These more serious thoughts can sometimes lead you to thinking about the state of the world - generally an entirely too depressing subject which I tend to be ignoring shamelessly lately - or the state of your own little place in that world. It is the latter that I've been dwelling on tonight.
I wonder what the future will bring, and whether all my years of study will pay off, or whether I would have been better off doing a years long computer training and making mega bucks writing bad programmes for even worse companies. I wonder whether I'll be lured by the promise of lots of money and start a career as a lawyer, with the best of intentions, only to inevitably be corrupted through bending too many rules to ensure justice is done, and then just bending the rules. I wonder if I'll outsmart myself by becoming such a narrow specialist that I'll be limited to working for the health department, writing boring polemic papers expressing why more state funding is needed for health care when I no damn well there is no money left in the piggy bank. I wonder if anybody would actually bother to read those papers, and if anyone would take them seriously. I fear I'm going to end up with no job at all, or even worse - working at McDonalds.
So instead of trying to predict what is to come, I ask myself where do I want to be in 10 years time? I see myself in a quaint little cottage style house, with a big meadow next to a stream, and my own indoor heated olympic size swimming pool :D - Lots of animals frolicking about, a well cared for garden with lots of herbs planted outside the kitchen. Surprisingly (to me) I see more children in the picture, lots of little ones with Tarryn showing them all how to look for bugs and make cool stuff out of wood. Then I think my dreams sound a lifetime away from where I am at the moment, and I haven't the vaguest idea how to get from here to there. Nor do my dreams seem to be very career oriented. But then I always knew that I just wanted to get a good job so I could make lots of money and retire as quickly as possible.
So I ask you, do you know where you want to be in 10 years, and are you on the right path to getting there? Because it suddenly occured to me that without a dream there is just work. Another boring day at the office writing reports nobody wants to read, solving problems any half assed twit should be able to figure out if they weren't so damn lazy, drinking coffee and chatting about the weather. 80% of life seems so mundane that I sometime feel like I am slipping, losing sight of all my dreams and just existing from day to day to perform the next task, rather than actually living.
Amidst the general mudane shite you think about (where is my other blue sock, why does my air freshener smell the same as my fly spray, wtf is bengay...etc) occasionally you have the odd serious thought. As much as I'd like to squash those annoying serious thoughts down into the little pit of ignorance where they belong there is something about all night thinking sessions that make you have to stew things over. No sound, no light, no distraction - no Tarryn pulling on my arm and telling me how he's broken yet another toy that I have to replace IMMEDIATELY!
These more serious thoughts can sometimes lead you to thinking about the state of the world - generally an entirely too depressing subject which I tend to be ignoring shamelessly lately - or the state of your own little place in that world. It is the latter that I've been dwelling on tonight.
I wonder what the future will bring, and whether all my years of study will pay off, or whether I would have been better off doing a years long computer training and making mega bucks writing bad programmes for even worse companies. I wonder whether I'll be lured by the promise of lots of money and start a career as a lawyer, with the best of intentions, only to inevitably be corrupted through bending too many rules to ensure justice is done, and then just bending the rules. I wonder if I'll outsmart myself by becoming such a narrow specialist that I'll be limited to working for the health department, writing boring polemic papers expressing why more state funding is needed for health care when I no damn well there is no money left in the piggy bank. I wonder if anybody would actually bother to read those papers, and if anyone would take them seriously. I fear I'm going to end up with no job at all, or even worse - working at McDonalds.
So instead of trying to predict what is to come, I ask myself where do I want to be in 10 years time? I see myself in a quaint little cottage style house, with a big meadow next to a stream, and my own indoor heated olympic size swimming pool :D - Lots of animals frolicking about, a well cared for garden with lots of herbs planted outside the kitchen. Surprisingly (to me) I see more children in the picture, lots of little ones with Tarryn showing them all how to look for bugs and make cool stuff out of wood. Then I think my dreams sound a lifetime away from where I am at the moment, and I haven't the vaguest idea how to get from here to there. Nor do my dreams seem to be very career oriented. But then I always knew that I just wanted to get a good job so I could make lots of money and retire as quickly as possible.
So I ask you, do you know where you want to be in 10 years, and are you on the right path to getting there? Because it suddenly occured to me that without a dream there is just work. Another boring day at the office writing reports nobody wants to read, solving problems any half assed twit should be able to figure out if they weren't so damn lazy, drinking coffee and chatting about the weather. 80% of life seems so mundane that I sometime feel like I am slipping, losing sight of all my dreams and just existing from day to day to perform the next task, rather than actually living.