Seeker's Nebula

The worst thing ever to happen to a man, is that he would think less of himself and also is easily vulnerable. Think outside the box, depressions are there because you cause it yourself, or if you didn't cause it, you allowed it to take effect. Depression never takes effects if you won't allow them to.

Broaden life in ways you wanted to as an adult, and leave people's opinions against you  behind if they are really personal. If you care too much about others, you will be drowned in the swamp.

Happiness doesn't come to you no matter how successful you are; you choose to feel it whenever you want.

The project should really be treated as my baby -- only that way can I have to passion to push it day by day. Fighting the slackness really is painful, but that is the essence of growth. Come ON!

Ever since I entered college I have been learning so many different things. I changed my major in college once, and yet again when attending graduate school. Like all career would have a tough start, you know, as a layman to the field yet having to compete with peers already majored in it for years, I enjoyed trying not to be the good student, but the free style one. To be, as four years of college had made me sick of the GPA game, I started enjoying not having the pressure of GPA since the first day of graduate school. It in fact ended my years of misery in learning, turning my confrontation with any new fields into exciting adventures. Gee, I love this way!

In the world we live in, our very existence will make a difference. This gives a meaning to our lives. Think of each day as assigned to you to complete a mission, much as those you saw in movies. Real life is full of missions, you get lost if you can't define your objective. I've been lost for days, slacking off at first then lost as a consequences, seeking for the push to drag me back to reality, one that vitalizes the content of my days.

Sometimes I do feel lonely. It was a horrible feeling. I felt much like I had been isolated from the rest of the world, that no one understood what was torturing me. It is the lack of understanding, lack of communication at depth, and lack of such opportunities that have thrown me in such abyss.

An ordinary trick, for which I still can not think of a replacement, is to make calls to phone numbers my old acquaintances used to possess. Most of them are disconnected, but more of them I am not willing to dial. I fear, for indescribable reasons, that I may reach some one who I totally do not talk to, i.e. who does not really match my expectations for an attractive stranger.

Time flows regardless what I think. It is as simple as that. I see the world circles in an orbit. It starts at some point and comes back very much the same as it started. It is the tiny bit of change that we call evolution that faithfully recorded the progress (change), but unfortunately, we, as those who defined the fancy term evolution, do not have the vision to discern the difference, not to mention without dreams, none of us will live long enough to witness for ourselves the change.

Feeling alone, then lonely, I sometimes may feel even helpless. Talking to anyone I know won't help. It didn't help. Including my parents, who many of my friends suggested would be the most helpful of all. Unfortunately, the gap between us, both in terms of understanding and perception of things, is so huge, and our reluctance to try to bring our minds together grows bigger day by day, this seemingly good way looked not promising to me at all.

Then, what is my way out, I wonder. If I could ever get one? I do not know. I prefer to leave the future unknown. Unknown means there is hope, it means any thing, good or bad, can happen. It means, I have something to live for.

Stay in a project for a long time and constantly thinking about it helps me to get into a mode of focus. Doing overnight programming makes me feel that effect strongly. So dedication in one thing at least for a certain period of time is really a good way at the least for me to learn things and actually to achieve something.

I figured if I focus on something for a long time, like I did when I programmed overnight just to get ready for the meeting, I switch my mode of working or thinking to a long attention span. Knowing this is actually good in optimally direct my energy. I am not good at quick thinking but hopefully will be as good as others in terms of depth of thinking. I prefer take homes and lots of time spent on those projects.

• aim not too high for now I am learning stuff - or learning research
• keep on doing one thing till reaching some depth

If life emerged as a mathematical necessity, then subjected to natural selection on individual basis, would the life in particular for a person, be a predesigned event?

Quests for the mystery of organization have been endless. My quest for tantalizing but dangling laws of nature, witnessed daily yet escaped all but invariably, at all levels of observation, has been shuttling between passion and utter frustrations. Like most molting worms, people renew themselves both in body and mind. Inevitably, I felt very much the same way as I head alone for a life of my own on my own, facing ambiguity and uncertainty, making hard choices. One of the things, as you grow of age, is the easily elicited flash-backs when the proper triggers are pulled. Mental incentives, either as aucoustic notes or visual stimuli, come as harder strikes with the increment of age. The turbulence of earthly events pushed people to seek for the peace of mind, the Eden of free thoughts and complete release of intellectual power.

It is foolish to put career and family into separate boxes, but as a transit phase of social and cultural evolution, are we 1980's the ready for the new or the prepared for the old? It sounded as if this decade is destined to take a leap of faith a the forken road. Those heading for the unknown, convinced that they are capable of moulding the landscape, and thereby choosing their destiny at the mercy their own hands. The fearless 1980's. I'd embrace this idea, since I am avidly one of them, that instead of knowing where you are heading, the excitement came from what you can create. The impetus is the stimulating memories, positively modified or even tailored to the imaginary, springs ultimate force of marching, and the dare to chart the thorned lands. Belief in infinity gives birth to the creation of ultima, and the faith that an edge never is the edge, that inceasible power of mind and self-activating motives will perpetually drive the locamotion of the capable.

Back on a practical note, sometimes I thought if I could ever live my path all over again, should I be endorsing history or rather create yet another trajectory looked more plausible in my current eyes. Thoughts on that, more often than not, have gone with the wind, with the ecstasy that we are at home in the universe, capable of all creation.