Would it be good or bad to know what one wanted out of life? Would that feel freeing or restrictive? I don’t know what I want out of tomorrow, let alone the next few months or years and so for the moment I fill my life with trivia. I read books that aren’t for class or related to my studies. I plan projects that serve no practical purpose. I fill my days but with things that are ultimately directionless.
In the next few months, I’m going to construct a giant game of Snakes and Ladders. I feel nearly as calm thinking about this plan as I feel when I fall asleep with all my homework completed.
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