I am confused and asking the big question now -- what do i want off life.
This is some gazzilion years so late, but if it consoles - better late than never.
There is sooo much to do; and the art of engineering is just not satisfying. There seems to be a insatiable quest for knowledge. I just cannot get enough knowledge abt computer science alone -- the practical part in me shouts out to stop spending time and money into stuff, which I will have nothing to do.
The human brain is a strange thing - there is a thin line between dreams and halucination. how can you be sure that whatever you are dreaming is not real - reality just is an entity which comes to you when you wake up - till the time you are dreaming - the dream is in a real dimension.
But if the defination of real is so fickle, why is it so important for us to know - why the insatiable quest for knowledge - is it not that I am running after a mirage of reality - this is a oxymoron (mirage of reality).
The only thing that seems to be calming me is Pink Floyd with "Wish you were here".
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground. What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
I need to sleep.