Is this it? Have I finally become one of those at last? It damn sure seems materialistic to prioritise a marriage certificate and career before anything else.
About half a decade ago, all I wanted was to be happy. But somehow over the years happiness it itself has decayed, turning into an end as oppose to a means. Let me just say this, in both fields of love and academic life I have lost grounds. And it hurts so much to pick yourself up, just making it through the day, hoping the day will carry you to the night because that is where it all ends.
There is a point, there is always a point at which we turn, at which the fuel runs out, when believing gets tiring.
When living is anti-life, when being humane means to dehumanise. Life is about choosing and experiencing, embracing this rush of excitement that is derived from simply the opportunity to choose – to choose life, to choose wonderful, to choose in the spirit of freedom. Life is beyond biology, it does not just act; it acts with passion. A sentence broken up into meaningless words on a page is like a still-live body lying in a coma. The life in between the lines is what engages the reader – it provokes, it angers, it soothers, it intellectually stimulates beyond itself. In the contemporary world, this ancient freedom of choice has been limited to choosing within choices.
Today, people want financial stability, emotional security. Lord, how we pray o have some form of security in what we have. There ought to be a method, the ultimate formula that will carry us through to a promised stability. It is inscribed to the masses to study hard, to work hard, and it will be a fair game.
Along the lines somewhere happiness is about hitting these conventional goals. Even the Ancient Greeks have admitted to eudaimonia, where the accomplishments of a person are valued much more than the state. Hypothetically speaking, eudaimonia is to be seen by others, not a self-contained personal experience.
