It seems that with the saturation of the internet, spaces like this one have become near to obsolete... like an old shoddy desktop computer that you bought ten years ago and even though you now have a fancy iMac, you still keep that desktop computer up in a cupboard somewhere to watch it's slide into oblivion. Yes I know what you're thinking... that analogy turned very dark very quickly... well it's just one of those days I guess.. deal with it.
While we are on the subject though, I've been thinking a lot about this sort of past translating into present kind of thing. I guess I'm in the the phase of my life where I have to figure out what comes next... but the 'next' bit is the rest of my life... which makes it a little more interesting to think about. So I look back at what was before, and as one would like, try to find a progressing trend of things that would hint towards the future.
So there's what I study, which is kinda boring... then there's the fun stuff like writing this stuff, which wouldn't really pay much... so what's left? It doesn't really help that the entire professional world seems to flip with every whimsical trend. Yesterday it was "Lawyer, Doctor, Engineer". Today it is "Businessman, IT guy, Consultant". I know you can say that one mustn't get swept with the trends and one must find salvation within and be content with that self reflection, but NO! I want to be influenced. Also! What's wrong with old school? What's wrong with using a typewriter or a record player or a film camera. They are simple, mechanical and intuitive! Not like this devil's box of a contraption that is my laptop! How can anyone ever be bothered to look into it... the screws are sooo tiny! and even when I do open it up it makes no sense to me whatsoever!!! Damn you fancy fucking smartphones and all this voodoo wirelessness! Seriously what the fuck is our obsession with technology! There are no fucking answers in the silicone bumps... just fucking confusion and misery... well for some atleast... well ok maybe just for me... meh...
Aah I digress.. we were at the what's left part. That's where I'm stuck. Oh well.. maybe this summer of contemplation will have some answers..
While we are on the subject though, I've been thinking a lot about this sort of past translating into present kind of thing. I guess I'm in the the phase of my life where I have to figure out what comes next... but the 'next' bit is the rest of my life... which makes it a little more interesting to think about. So I look back at what was before, and as one would like, try to find a progressing trend of things that would hint towards the future.
So there's what I study, which is kinda boring... then there's the fun stuff like writing this stuff, which wouldn't really pay much... so what's left? It doesn't really help that the entire professional world seems to flip with every whimsical trend. Yesterday it was "Lawyer, Doctor, Engineer". Today it is "Businessman, IT guy, Consultant". I know you can say that one mustn't get swept with the trends and one must find salvation within and be content with that self reflection, but NO! I want to be influenced. Also! What's wrong with old school? What's wrong with using a typewriter or a record player or a film camera. They are simple, mechanical and intuitive! Not like this devil's box of a contraption that is my laptop! How can anyone ever be bothered to look into it... the screws are sooo tiny! and even when I do open it up it makes no sense to me whatsoever!!! Damn you fancy fucking smartphones and all this voodoo wirelessness! Seriously what the fuck is our obsession with technology! There are no fucking answers in the silicone bumps... just fucking confusion and misery... well for some atleast... well ok maybe just for me... meh...
Aah I digress.. we were at the what's left part. That's where I'm stuck. Oh well.. maybe this summer of contemplation will have some answers..
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I feel dividing my life into 'what used to be my life' and 'the rest of my life' doesn't help my confusion. Because when I reach the rest of my life, as I have all these years, I realise that it has become what used to be my life. There is no now, before or after. But if we had any say in the matter, we could only say it in the space between the next moment and the previous one.
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