So here I am, sitting at the University of New South Wales once more.
To be more specific, on its grounds. I am here with a coffee and I am here dreading the fact that I am here.
Maybe that is a little dramatic, but I think that today calls for dramatics and theatrics and all the other things that come with all of that stuff, or something.
Returning to finish the degree and then be done with it all.
Wait. I’m meant to be bemoaning my fate or something right now; even if it is as a joke.
Oh, woe to be my being right now, blah blah blah. You get the idea.
I know that I don’t want to be here. I know that I’m fine with being here, but I forgot as to how much I’d much prefer to be doing other things with my time than being here and learning about something that I’m not entirely interested in anymore for the time being.
I think that, for me, university has run its course and what I’m doing at the moment (or at least for the rest of the year) is tying up loose ends and getting the last of it out of the way so I don’t have to worry about coming back once more to finish something unfinished.
This is of course assuming that I don’t in the end decide to once more come back and continue on the path of creation, with creation being that of the building of knowledge and more forms of thinking that I am not usually able to apply in everyday life, or at least not apply in the ways that I would love to be able to.
All of this is to say that I’m here and I don’t want to be here at the moment. There are other places of which I’d much rather be.
Still, I get to be here. I get to take courses run by people that I respect and that is always a boon in my eyes.
Just a matter of pulling the finger out and knuckling down and getting it all done so that I can be the best that I ever was forever and a day, and keep on going along the path of mastery, so long as the mastery is not achievable. I don’t know. Being a master of something seems pretty limiting in some ways, but I imagine that most masters don’t see themselves as such. I imagine that they see themselves still as students, learning and continuing on and learning and so on and so forth, for a road that ends may not always be a road worth walking.
Now, where was I?
Oh, right: Screw university, screw being here, screw doing the learning, I hate everyone, etc etc. Death to learning, down with the system, evils of free will vs evils of control. I think that you get the idea at this point.
Well, at least one point.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:03:56
Didn’t have much to go on this morning so this is what just so happens to be the result.
This was slower than I had anticipated, but I think it had to do with the table I was using. It was very shaky.
Maybe it was just me.
Written at UNSW.