The more introspection I do, the more convinced I am that I was born in the wrong century. But then I don’t really care much for the Spanish Flu or the Bubonic Plague. I appreciate that in our society, the fact that women can vote or the fact that multiracial couples exist isn’t shocking anymore. I suppose when it comes down to it my problem is: I long for simpler times. I long for the days when the problems of the world were more basic rather than superficial. But then if you think about it, the centuries prior to ours aren’t really “simpler”. I mean at a certain point, living past sixty meant you were ancient. Nowadays, people live up to eighty or one hundred, and it’s not unheard of. If you really think about it, we really are a lucky bunch. As residents of a first world country, especially, we are exposed to the best things life can offer. Therefore, we should all be in a constant state of joy and contentment. But we aren’t. And it got me thinking; maybe we create our own problems. Maybe if we just looked at what we have and stopped wishing for more and more, maybe we would be better off. I realize that some people still go unsheltered or unfed. But for a person such as I who have all the basic needs, what truly is my problem?
I’m looking at the general structure of my school building. It’s clean and in certain parts, there’s an ample amount of natural light, but the floors are plain black and the walls are plain white. And it seems to be that way throughout the seventeen floors. And how appropriately so; it’s primarily a business school and it’s supposed to prepare its students for the business world. The business world can be exciting and even rewarding to those who really love the industry. But for a person like me, who is unsure where my passions lie, between the long hours and the spreadsheets, I think I’d rather buy a ruin in Europe and run a bed and breakfast. So what in the world am I doing here? I suppose for practicality’s sake, I decided to take a course that can help secure my future. But after thorough deliberation, I realize that my dreams aren’t grand. As painfully cheesy as it sounds, I really just want to be happy wherever I end up. But then again, I’m only a freshman and I have a long way to go. Who knows? Maybe I’ll end up liking business after all.
