Today was the 30th anniversary of the day I was birthed. 3 decades on Earth so far and what is it all for? I'd like to think that my particular presence in space and time has meaning. That all the effort and resources my parents and teachers over the years have invested in me will somehow come to fruition. I feel like I have accomplished some things that have been worthy of their contributions, but in some ways I feel like there is still so much to do to make it up to them. I am still working on my BS degrees in Physics and Information Technology. There are many good reasons I have for such a drawn out timeline, but to me it is hard to swallow. I should be finishing my first PhD by now, but my choices in life have not manifested that reality. It is still my goal to accomplish someday, but I have become more comfortable with the way things have turned out so far within the given timeline. I have learned that since, as far as I can determine, there is only one of me, a
In every generation there are those that through no effort of their own rise to the top of intelligence and creativity. Then there are those that work like hell to scratch and claw one single brilliant and original thought from their stubborn mind. These are the musings of the latter type.