Recently, in the midst of a rather dreary and archaic physics lecture, I found myself questioning my living and its bearings, my purpose for being in that room at that time, trying to cram as many useless facts -to me at least- as possible.

While the average rational human beings’ main concerns are finding the resources to crawl your way into a reasonable living, mine are concerned on how I like how I’m living. I live in this word to endorse its magnificence, because in every mere and frugal aspect of it, I see its splendor, its glitter, wrapping me up in its silky cocoon. I want to live to endorse every morsel of beauty this world has to offer, and I see this beauty everyday in people’s intelligence, human interactions, emotions, and above all creativity. I’m overwhelmed by it all, especially the ability to create, its magnificence, its wonder, on how such a humble human creation can make life seem so extraordinary. Yes, it’s as if some ufo plunked me on this planet and I’m seeing it all for the first time, and I’d rather it be that way, it keeps my sense of wonder lingering.

When I look at people my age studying at my college, most of them in my classes, I get this sudden urge to shock their slumbering selves into realization that they are actually alive. They study to earn a living in the future, they go to school in the morning because they have to, listen to the music that corporates want them to listen to, work to earn money by selling their waking hours. I don’t want to. If I want to study I don’t do it because I have to, because someone else wants me to, I study something because I want to study it because it interests me, because I find it fascinating, because I’m passionate about it. I wake up in the morning to experience what life wants to teach me, to embrace it’s warm magnificence, the opulence of life that we as humans have been given as the greatest gift of all. I had been sucked in this vortex of mundane living, till one day I realized that my time had come to set terrain for the building of my life, and conventional living, I realised would be my one way ticket to doomsday. I want to leave the face of this planet knowing that I had had my viewing’s worth, scraping through was just not enough. I don’t want to work primarily to earn money, to sell my valuable waking hours to make the rich get richer. I need those waking hours in my life to do something worthwhile for my existence, working towards leaving my imprint of my living gift on this land.

Now choosing how to make life worthwhile is relative of course, which, brings me to my dilemma. I am currently studying subjects I don’t find flattering to my persona, meeting prosaic people who seem to have forgotten whose life they are living, and worst of all being encouraged to stomach this fruitless living. So while I’m knocking desperately at the door of my own freedom of thought, I have several individuals locking my pathway on the other end. Individuals who have lost their time in making their life worthwhile and want to slug off their inhibition on others, bigot individuals who seem to accept the idea that certain sectors of work such as arts being inferior to other careers, individuals who are so caught up with society’s measures to seem to have forgotten what they want, and most of all individuals who have lost their ability to dream. Yes, dream, the ability to conjure up possibilities and marvel at their expectancy, the seed to harvesting any possibility no matter how irrational that possibility might be. Every scheme, technology, ideology and success that we know of today initiated with a dream. The Wright Brothers were probably thought insane for wanting to create aircraft, yet here is humanity more than a hundred years later living their dream. So yes I’ll dream, because from the milk of my imagination I’m positive that I can get to places, its motivation in itself taking me to the levels of my life one step at a time.

And while several have shunned their natural intuition and flow of life, I’ll spread my arms wide open, welcome where this world decides to take me.

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