Earlier this year, after more than 9 years, I finally got my driver’s license. Since then there has been only one thing I wanted more than anything else: a car.
To be honest, that bugs me. A LOT. Not because I don’t think having a car is important, but because I can’t help but feel like there are so many things that are more important than that. I’m not even sure what they are, all I know is that they’re there.
I think I’m beginning to realize that I’m not gonna live forever, that I’m not gonna be ever 20 years old. And, quite frankly, it scares the crap out of me, because all I can think is what the hell I’m going to do when I finish grad school. Sometimes it feels like walls closing in on me, like I’m trapped in a place which gets harder and harder to escape from. That becomes especially – and painfully – true when I see so many good people, extremely competent professionals, having problems to get a position somewhere. Mostly in this country, which seems not to give a crap to basic research.
I am a reasonably optimistic person, and as such I hope all of this will just pass away, provided I work hard and persevere.
Anyway, I guess I just needed to get something out of my system. I haven’t been able to post recently, but that doesn’t mean there’s nothing going on in my life. Actually, it’s the other way around.