I am part of a lost generation and I refuse to believe that I can change the world I realize this may be a shock but “Happiness comes from within.” is a lie, and “Money will make me happy.” So in 30 years I will tell my children they are not the most important thing in…
holy. fuck. this is beautiful.
(read it back to front on the second read through)
The little prince crossed the desert and met with only one ﬂower. It was a ﬂower
with three petals, a ﬂower of no account at all.
“Good morning,” said the little prince.
“Good morning,” said the ﬂower.
“Where are the men?” the little prince asked, politely.
The ﬂower had once seen a caravan passing.
“Men?” she echoed. “I think there are six or seven of them in existence.
I saw them, several years ago. But one never knows where to ﬁnd them. The
wind blows them away. They have no roots, and that makes their life very
“Goodbye,” said the little prince.
“Goodbye,” said the ﬂower.
Dad: Is it about your decision about what to do next? (about grad school) I am sure you can handle phd program well even if you are not sure about it. Trust me, you have good genes. Also, I am sure you won't regret it later in your life. You may not feel it now, but people get old and their life gets complicated, and it s much easier to go to phd program when you are younger and more energetic. That's my suggestion. You may pray to god and talk to Him quietly. God bless you.
Me: Actually not at all... I was going to ask you since pi is infinite and non repeating, would every possible sequence of numbers be within pi, or can pi itself be found within pi. But thanks for the grad school advice too I guess haha
Officially accepting a graduate school offer should feel like a monumental event… or so I’m told. I’m on track to get a PhD, to publish, to teach, to be Dr. Hwang instead of Tim Hwang or even Mr. Hwang.
Yet I’d be lying if I didn’t feel a sense of regret at how things have turned out. I was told that upon reaching the final submission form, the fruits of my labor, appending my digital signature and hitting the submit button would make me feel like royalty, pressing my seal into hot wax, authenticating my identity in a manner fit for a king or some shit. It would be more apt to describe the button as the final nail in a coffin, with the tiniest sliver of light leaking in under the lid being slowly and inexorably hammered out with every pound.
Could things have been better? What if things turned out differently? Would I feel differently if instead, I had been rejected from every school and been extended offers from various companies (that weren’t shit)? Would it feel exactly the same?
I guess the grass really is greener on the other side. I would be lying if I said I hated research, if I said I truly believed that I didn’t have the curiosity it took to contribute original ideas to scientific literature. I would also be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy teaching; honestly, being a TA for the past… 2 years. wow. has been one of the most enjoyable and most rewarding experiences I’ve had as an undergraduate.
The swirling miasma of uncertainty that I (and many other graduating seniors, I’m sure) have been experiencing has led to various amounts of doom and gloom in my life. I’m kind of trying to justify straight #yolo-ing and ignoring all my responsibilities for this final week of my undergraduate career. I am determined to leave Rice with a sense of accomplishment and a confident path forward, not a should-have would-have, full of regret.