"Education: the path from cocky ignorance to miserable uncertainty."
I am feeling a little in over my head with my honours; looking at my year's curriculum has me up in arms and feeling more than a little intimidated. Its no longer just about the grades; definitely more than just getting the work done. I have a treatise to write up with no real idea of what it is i want to base it on; thinking about it is already giving me a headache.
But then he who is the slave of habit, who follows the same routes every day;
who never changes pace,who does not risk and change the colour of his clothes, who does not speak and does not experience,
dies slowly.
He or she who shuns passion, who prefers black on white;
dotting ones rather than a bundle of emotions, the kind that make your eyes glimmer, that turn a yawn into a smile; that make the heart pound in the face of mistakes and feelings,
dies slowly.
He or she who does not turn things tipsy turvy, who does not risk certainty for uncertainty to follow a dream,
those who do not forego sound advice atleast once in their lives,
die slowly.
He who does not travel,who does not read, who does not listen to music, who does not find grace in himself,
dies slowly.
He who slowly destroys his own self-esteem, who does not allow himself to be helped,
who spends days on end complaining about his own bad luck, about rain that never stops,
dies slowly.
He or she who abandons a project before starting it, who fails to ask questions on subjects he doesnt know,
he or she who doesn't reply when they are asked something they do know,
dies slowly.
Am trying to avoid death in small doses; reminding myself that being alive requires an effort far greater than the simple fact of breathing. Only a burning patience will lead to the attainment of a splendid happiness.
Live.Laugh.Love.
