Sometimes it's hard to know exactly what I want. Actually, it is always hard to know what I want We're so fickle as human beings. If only there was a checklist of things to do so we just start ticking off the boxes and saying this creates happiness, this makes me content. If only life was that simple. Or maybe if it was just a matter of rolling a set of dice, we'd all be happy cause we'd know that what we got was just a mere chance of fate.
As I was talking to one of my professors, he offered me a position in his lab. However, what mattered to him and what matters to me is what I want to do in the future? If I didn't intend to pursue a career in research, being in his lab would be a waste of my time and his - to a certain extent. Really, though, I'm at that point in time - once again - where I need to figure out my direction.
What do we want to accomplish? So often, we just wander through life aimlessly, hands stretched out in front of us reaching, grasping for something tangible - but really, we're just lost and hopeless wanderers - attempting to find direction. I suppose that's really what happened. I'm just a sperm that happened to wander in an ovary. I developed into a fetus who happened to wander out of my mother's womb and now here I am wandering once again. So what should I do?
Friday, October 9, 2009
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Singing Songs
I've never felt the same way before. Being packed in a room with 2000 people, there was an amazing sense of connection between everyone. We watched in awe and amazement as Porcupine Tree performed. There's nothing quite like hearing and experiencing the same thing as an entire group of people, whilst singing along to words like "I just want to be loved" or "I'm dying of love but it's okay". It's definitely something that everyone should experience. It's just an amazing connection that people make with one another during this short interval of time by connecting through the same music. I've been to a lot of concerts and this was by far the best one I've ever been to. Although I didn't do one thing that I wanted to do: smell Steven Wilson's breath.
Photos courtesy of Joe del Tufo.
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