So Close, yet so aloof

I can't describe this feeling of indifference. An internal feeling of apathy for nothing, stifling my drive to be somebody I have yet to defined. Aloof, apart from the rest, and drifting distantly in the directionless wind. Help, help me find my way back to the directed path that I used to yearn for so much. Give me faith that dreams can come to fruition and life isn't a pessimistic world turmoil.

Eye of the beholder

I make this comment each and every time I put forth effort to collectively compile my thoughts into a couple of lines. I only feel the need to form prose when I feel slightly distant from the world, where the feeling of one in a million standing in crowd is closely felt at heart. A series of enjoyable events this weekend has caused another chemical imbalance in my brain to spew these emotions on to an online blog.

Boston, a wonderful city, where nature and a metropolis filled with some of the nation's most outstanding and renowned universities coexist beautifully. Traveling and spending a few days there, in the center for research, medical, and artistic national excellence has inspired a new story of desire and insight into the potential life of "success."

Tucked away in the foothills of the adirondacks, we are shielded from the dramatic and chaotic citylife, far away from the materialistic luxuries that wealth brings those lucky enough to bring home the green gold. Boston brought back the realization of how hard I need to work to achieve the materialistic status and fancies I dream of having. I cannot simply hope that the puzzles in my life will miraculously piece together a solution to bring about the future I envisioned. And such a simple statement may seem obvious to some. But sometimes we are ever so caught up in the daily routine of our monotonous work life that we have a tendency to displace our lofty goals with the minute details which bring ephemeral satisfaction. I will be the first to confess, I have succumbed to the indolence of the daily humdrum, coming home from a long day of work to sit back in my chair and glaze over facebook or into the charismatic TV set for hours.

And how do we present a solution to falling in the tempting pit of monotony and stagnation. Firstly, answering the question of how did becoming lazy suffice for an excuse of living life. I believe it is those around us that support us in giving us motivation to strive for what is beyond our visual horizon, to provoke the undertaking of unfeasible obstacles never dreamt of tackling. I feel the transition from college to work has resulted in a void that has supported us for so long. And although this emptiness can be reformed wherever we end up in life, there is always that duration in time that we will not have completely filled that gap.

On the last note, has anyone read Flowers for Algernon? The book was a required grade school novel way back when, sneak peaking into the life of a character as had an operation that gave him intelligence for a short period in time, depicting the correlation between human intelligence and happiness. Sometimes I wonder if we reamined in our childhood fantasy, oblivious to the complexities of life how content and stressfree we would be.

"One of the indictments of civilizations is that happiness and intelligence are so rarely found in the same person." - William Feather