Can You Feel It?

Well, I haven't been actively involved in this Blog as inspiration and divination have eluded my degenerating mind and soul. Worry, doubt, and apathy have furtively crept into my being, slowly assimilating me into the status quo culture within which I exist. However, a sour pill has evoked an emotional dictum from deep within the mental abyss...WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING?

A little history on myself - I was born. Now that you are up to speed, I proclaim my current lot in life is creating cognitive dissonance within me, as I struggle between a cliche' career (pays the bills, benefits the common wealth, great benefits, and guaranteed pension), and a path more in line with my interests, degree, and desires. It was at this location, before the proverbial crossroads, my muse appeared.

While conducting my monthly Facebook check (the frequency of my presence on Facebook is dictated by my antipathy for "social networking websites", and my desire to stay in touch with the lives of those I care about), I read about a friend of mine who had recently made the decision to re-enter the world of academia in the pursuit of a degree in Environmental Engineering. It was at that moment Zeus tapped me on the shoulder with a lightning bolt and jolted me back to life. In that single instant, my personal axioms exploded to the surface, shook off the apathetic cobwebs, and placed themselves once again on the front lines of my war against the 'daily grind'. I realized I wanted to be an Environmental Engineer or some other professional with a direct impact on the world. I long for the pursuit of knowledge, have lost touch with my desire for intellectually stimulating conversations, and want to be more than just another banal citizen. I want to partake in the world around me, and do it on my terms. No longer will I play musical chairs in the hopes that I can sit in a room within which sound debate and civil discourse is taking place; but rather, be a voice in that room. To recall what exactly it is that I believe in and how best to aid that movement. An important admission is my willingness to concede a Thoreauesque label, as I may need to continue in my current job so as to have the means by which to seek my intellectual freedom and comprimise the alternate career path; however, never again will a day go by that I do not benefit my mind or soul in some way.

I am refreshed, rejuvenated, and now that I have found the means by which to forge my path, I simply say - I love Scotch!!!