I have been planning for my life all the time. I have been planning for my life, and I have set a distinct schedule of what things are going to happen until the end of 2012.
But guess what.
In my flight to Houston today, I realized that I don't have a dream.
One of my dreams was lost with letters of rejections in 2007. Another dream was shattered lately.
I don't know what's the good of having something planned for next 3 years when there is no dream.
I still want to be a full-time researcher/lecturer economist. I also want to be somebody specialized in financial risks.
I know the beautiful taste of mathematics, microeconomics, macroeconomics, and now business valuation.
But I don't want to pursue mathematics no more. I love it, but I don't feel the thirst for it. My thirst is on economics and finance, now.
But I don't know where to take it. I told myself that after 3 years, I will decide. I told my friends that.
But taking steps without any long term goal is just plain senseless to me. I am the one who likes to stick to the plan, who has to have a clear path. But I don't have one for myself now.
My dreams were shattered, but here I stand. Plans mean shit to me. I have to have a dream.
And that has to be a realizable dream. At my age, I can't chase after ghosts. I can't chase after ghosts of things I can't achieve, people I can't have around.
I shall not be fooled with the slight sense of hope that this time frame provides to everyone in the world. It does not change anything about my life. I make my life on my own, and I set each of the stages of my life. Not some dumbass time frame that everyone follows. It ain't mean shit to me.
I am not that desperate to have sense of hope after all. I myself has been hope for myself in my entire life. I never needed any deity in my life to have a hold of my life.
I live on my own... with love and care of my friends (though they may be only a few) and family, and I live for the others.