I’d never thought that life would bring my sanity to this stage, constantly wondering for what reason may God sustain His creation with another breathe of air. Should anyone contemplate of God’s own intention or should one seek his own purpose in cluelessness?
Were I to pursue the latter, I might prefer to seek refuge in a town small enough to familiarise myself with, yet strange enough to keep me wandering around, parenting a Golden in a studio-bedroom townhouse spacious enough to host a few friends of mine for a dinner. In a world so cruel, what else filled the mind of a clueless besides seeking refuge?
When becoming more knowledgeable is perceived as a threat to the running regime, an outlier deemed unfit to the system built by the society, what is the point of studying, really? Shouldn’t education be supposed to free oneself … or should I call it the curse of being the educated?
Perhaps this is just me complaining about my current situation, which sooner or later shall pass (I don’t know). However, you may also read this as my attempt to document one case of a 28-year old guy, who has recently graduated with a master’s degree on hand, yet is struggling to contextualise what he has learnt in a country led by a bunch of self-absorbed hogs.
Gentan, 24-V-26
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