It's amazing what I can find time for, when I really want to. There is no incentive like personal incentive when it comes to pushing yourself another notch up in terms of efficiency. It is stressful, I know, but one might argue that I'm addicted to stress (and it wouldn't be entirely false). It's not healthy on the long run, I know, but I try not to do it too often and overall, the results are so worth it.
Afterall, I'm pushing aside my schedule to make time for fun things that, if I missed out, I know I'll regret. What an excellent way to measure your choices, you say, by seeing what you'll end up regreting. And yet I say this is possibly still the best way to make decisions, because I know far too many people who are measuring out their lives in regrets (measured in the numbers of sighs and "only if"s per moment per day per life time).
But the day is sunny, and the forecast predicts a few more days of sunshine before the next rain, which will not last. Spring is coming "hither o'er the southern sea" and the trees are beginning to bloom again. Davis is still what it was: quiet, soothing, and despite of the issues of campus expansion and schedule adjustments, everything still feels like it once did. I still don't know what the heck I'm doing with my life, but I am most definitely not alone in that, and in the overall scheme of things, we define ourselves not only by ourselves, but also relative to others, so is it wrong of me to feel tentatively optimistic?
Cicero's words live to confuse another generation.
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