Pace

December 25, 2009

The pace I’m referring to is the pace at which we all operate; the pace at which we live our lives.  Everyone’s pace is determined by their inner inclinations, or personality, in addition to external influences, such as upbringing.  This means that everyone has a pace that is only their own; no one’s pace is the same as anyone else’s.  Some might be similar, but never the same.

The pace of those who go to school is more or less similar, as they all start a certain year and end a certain year.  There might not be a difference in terms of start and end times, but one’s inner pace will dictate how much one does and achieves in that time.

Everyone’s pace is influenced, but never determined, by the people and events around them.  This helps us somewhat in that we can adjust our pace if we mingle with similarly paced persons.  But how do we know the best pace for ourselves?  How do we determine our optimal pace through life?

Is there a single, best pace?  Are there two?  Three?  Or does the pace have to be variable, different every day, month, or year, depending on one’s phase in life?  When people say “take it slow,” do they mean for the next two minutes?  Two years?

It’s kinda daunting now that I don’t have the structure of school to determine my pace.  I can’t operate at minimum pace; I don’t know how, nor do I want to find out.  I can’t operate at maximum pace either; I don’t want to burn out early.  I need to find my optimal pace.  But how?

What will influence me?  Who will influence me?

Need to develop a decision matrix to get the best solution..


Done with school.

December 17, 2009

Last paper will be over in 2.5 hours. I can’t even type a body for this post hahaha :D

December 17, 2009

In about 26 hours..

December 16, 2009

my last final ever will be over.

I keep using the word “ever.”

The truth is, the only things you can ever be certain about are things that already happened.  You can never be certain of anything in the future.  The best we can do is take an educated guess.

Will I see you again, ever?

Won’t I see you again, ever?


Four days till graduation.

December 13, 2009

See above.


Friends will be friends

December 6, 2009

Dammit.

I can’t go on without saying this.

I love my friends too much.

RAWR.


Privacy

December 5, 2009

Some things in life are meant to be shared.  Not all things.  It has been my experience that certain things work out for the better when only the relevant and thus appropriate people are in the know about their progress.

People have an innate inclination to cause havoc in other people’s lives.  Is it because of the gratifying nature of wielding a certain power over another life?  I suspect so.  I like causing havoc as much as the next guy, but I much prefer it when things work out for those close to me, because their happiness = my happiness as well.

Power is a significant force.  The power that I refer to here is the aura of confidence and invincibility that comes with achievement.  It is unmistakable in those that have it.  When I say achievement, I don’t mean specific things like getting a high score on a test, or even getting an internship/job.  It can be anything, like getting a compliment from a stranger on the sidewalk, that girl finally agreeing to go out with you, that boy finally agreeing commit to you, or finally having enough money to buy an old record player.  What matters is that the achievement represents a direct correlation between work and reward – I worked for it, therefore I got it.  Every human being needs this positive recognition from other human beings.

The problem is the underlying feelings and mindsets that positive recognition gives a person.  For one, as mentioned earlier, it enables us to reconcile our labor with their fruits.  Secondly and perhaps more significantly, it is a direct message from other human beings to us saying that we have been doing the right thing all along.  This makes it difficult for us to determine what we did do right and what we didn’t.  Most of the time, it is more convenient to say things like “it was part of the experience.”

The challenge for achievers comes in the form of this question: What’s next?  Where do I go from here?  What do I do now?  What else do I have to achieve that is important to me?  In my opinion, the last question is the most pertinent, as it doesn’t only ask the question of what I should do next, but what is actually important to me.  Deciding our priorities can well be the most challenging and heartbreaking thing we do in our lives.

So where does privacy fit in all this?

One of the hardest things we can learn in life is that we cannot please everybody.  Before, everybody could be divided into two big groups: people who matter, and people who don’t.  Being approved by the former group would obviously be the priority and thus determine the course of our actions.  But as time goes on, the people who matter begin to diverge into groups of their own, each with their own specific demands of you.  What happens when one day, you get 100 groups, each consisting of a single person?

Privacy is the tool we need to insulate ourselves from the fires of unnecessary human intervention.  Warren Buffett famously said “a public-opinion poll is no substitute for thought,” and that his idea of a productive group meeting is him looking in his mirror.  While humorous, one can’t help but sense the years of experience and wisdom those quotes are rooted in.  Do not dismiss the power of your own thoughts; without them, you are but an empty vessel.

People like it when they are greater than other people.  The greatest groups of friends remain so because they have an implicit understanding of each others’ strengths and weaknesses –  a diverse group that gives all members an opportunity to shine.  No group of people can stay together without every member being positively recognized what he/she does, be it by each other, or by others.  I believe that growing as a group is important, but it can only happen in conjunction with growing yourself – privately – and receiving approval for it.

Treat privacy as if it were a life.  Respect it, never endanger it, as you would with life.


It’s one of those days

December 4, 2009

It’s snowing.

Cold outside, cold inside.

Sigh.


Something that probably won’t change.

December 2, 2009

I think it’s gonna be hard to find something that gives me as much joy as having a whole big fat bunch of decibels in different pitches and tones being flung onto me.

I. Like. Music.

  • Right volume +1
  • Right sharp, crisp highs +1
  • Right full, rich mids +1
  • Right deep, rumbling, yet crisp lows +1
  • Right tempo +1
  • Right genre +1
  • Right arrangement +1
  • Right singer +1
  • Right instruments +1
  • Right melody +1
  • Right bass line +1
  • Right place +1
  • Right company (is sometimes no company) +1
  • Right beverage +1
  • Right lighting +1
  • Right seat +1
  • Right position in seat +1

When these 17 things come together – which is not often – the feeling that results is the feeling that causes your eyes to close involuntarily, take deep, all-consuming breaths, your eyebrows to furrow, and body to be gripped and swayed around by some mysterious force.

I have a feeling my direction in life will be greatly influenced by how easily I can consistently obtain at least 10 of the above at once.


The Good Hurt

December 1, 2009

We wouldn’t be anywhere if we had never been hurt.

We wouldn’t be motivated to avoid something we’d never felt.

We wouldn’t know calm if we hadn’t been through the storm.

We wouldn’t be true to anyone if we hadn’t tasted the pain of betrayal.

We wouldn’t make the choices we make if we know the alternative doesn’t hurt.

We wouldn’t understand that which hurts others if we have become numb to it.

Being hurt makes you stronger.

You need to hurt to heal.