Day
Ninety-Six: Meaning
I have been
debating writing about my confusion why everyone wants to understand everything
and why can’t everyone just chill out and do what makes them happy but I’m not
feeling it. I’ve tried to write it
numerous times and it’s just not coming out, so I’m going to just write a little
sentimental post about learning. Why do
I like learning? Because it helps me in
the world around me. I don’t care to be
an academic and I don’t really try to prove that I am overly interested in it,
but I do enjoy feeling smart from time to time. I’d rather use my education to better enjoy
life, than to work my ass off to make money.
I like money, I like helping other people more. I buy Vogue magazine to look at the clothes I
will never have, and am content with what I do have. Sometimes I dream about becoming rich and
buying things that I’d love to own, but in the end I’d rather just volunteer at
Sick Kids and make kids laugh for a living.
Is that a job? Is that a Clown
capital C? I think I’d be down with
that. I guess what I’m trying to say
that the meaning of university to me is to give me a big background in clarity,
conciseness, deadlines, background information, people, teamwork, a community,
meaning, and above all how to learn. I
would like to say that I am going to become an author or a theatre
practitioner, things that would emerge from my degree’s, but in reality I think
that what I end up doing for the rest of my life will be influenced by these
university years but not directly associated.
I want to take the things that I learn and do what I like to do in order
to be productive, to contribute, and to feel comfortable doing so. I think that’s all.
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