Balancing Dreams with your Nine to Five
|Me, standing on the rocks at |
Avenida Peru in Vina del Mar, Chile.
My initial ninety days at work are nearing and it's time to sign for a year, if they still want me, haha. We're still crazy about going other places and sometimes it gets in the way with a normal life. How do you get up every day and go to work when you wish everyone around you spoke a different language? I don't know how others feel but sometimes my daily life isn't all that exciting, but then again, I'm comparing it to a lot of really exciting places. While it might be part of growing up, I do think that moving to other countries tends to make my small-town life a bit less exciting. I'm trying to balance this with my daily life.
A good friend of mine, who recently moved off to the greater DC area with a sweet job programming robots to think for us (or something like that), told me that the programming is just a means to get me into a position so that I can do what I really want. He said: "It's my grind." if I'm not mistaken. He's not really completely satisfied with programming either, since he loves Psychology, and has a vision beyond it all. I like that.
I've considered that it could just be me, but Olivia seems to feel the same. That's good, otherwise I would feel like I was the only one in the world who wants to move anywhere but Wilmington, NC and Seoul, South Korea.
I think it is just that the adventurous spirit that never dies and that deep down in our souls we long for more than what we have. I wouldn't call it a simple dissatisfaction with things, but it's like this tickling excitement for a future where you get to move around and pursue selfless careers for the greater good of mankind. (I'm trying to justify satisfying my selfish desires by making it sound like I want to do humanitarian work, or missionary work; is it working?)
We've just got a month or so to go and 2012 will be here. What better time to start pondering our future and how our present will take us there? I know it sounds unrelated but I remembered a piece of literature I read in college from Julio Cortázar entitled "La Isla a Mediodia", or something like "The Island at Noon". All that dreaming and it can sometimes make you crazy. If you haven't read it I highly recommend it as he was a man of great genius. It's a short story so carve out a few and tell me what you think, ok?
My old Computer Science friend
Julio Cortazar: La Isla a Mediodia (The Island at Noon).