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greatest gains and values are farthest from being appreciated. We easily come to doubt if they exist. We soon forget them.
They are the highest reality....the true harvest of my daily life is somewhat as intangible and indescribable as the tints
of morning or evening. It is a little star-dust caught, a segment of the rainbow which I have clutched.
--Henry David Thoreau
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Don't like it, sue me.
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Tuscany is so picturesque. Rolling hills, stone walls, rustic houses... I could really just breathe it all in.
I wish there was still some mystery left in the world. Something untouched, blossoming in forbidden light. But the world is shrinking, some parts dying. I'm wasting my time here, doing nothing, going to school, living in concrete walls built by machines. Its just not real.
I wish I could be like Thoreau, or Jack London. You know, just be inspired by life in its most basic form. Be like Chris McCandless and live in Alaska. Something like that, instead of 'living' here in Singapore. It really makes no sense.
Think about it. My main goal now is to do well in the 'O' levels. After that, its the 'A' levels. Let's just say I did amazingly well in both of them, then what? I go to college, so when I'm in, say, my mid twenties, I'll be out of school for good. Then I'll go and get a job in Journalism, and then for the rest of my life, that's what I'm going to do. I'll work for the rest of my life, paying bills and buying stuff, and then I'll retire. I'll be all old and wrinkly and frail, and I'll be doing lame stuff like traveling around the world, never once stepping out of the tour bus. I'll take my final breath in a hospital, lying on a mattress with a beeping sound in the background. And then that's it. The end.
Not very enticing. But what can I do about it?
Just riding the river of society, always traveling with the current, until I reach the waterfall and then there is nothing I can do to stop my boat.
I'm caged.
Help. Help. Help.
Let me out.
// Sunday, February 22, 2009, 3:12 PM
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