Revisando mis
notas de cursos de postgrado para una solicitud de empleo, todo 9's y 10's.
Checking my postgraduate qualifications for a job application. All 9's and 10's (1st in UK). I
actually forgot that! I was fucking good at being good. But in the end
good has not been enough.
Remembering the good times, that in fact weren't that good, hurts anyway when the future gets so blurry and you are
lost.
I was so good also, at making so many many plans... until
you realised how life is so good at laughing at your plans and you stop doing
them. Or maybe I was actually not that good at making plans and my plan making
sucks.
Well, if I could only remember how to do plans, not good
plans but just any plan. But that's the problem. Just any plan. Where do you
get the energy and enthusiasm to do just a plan? So much trouble for just a plan that most provably is going no where (reasons above) And anyway, I don't want just a plan, I
want a great plan and I run out of ideas and will.
Nevertheless, what can we do when we are lost, but keep
wondering around with the hope to get somewhere, to find our place, or at least
a path that, not necessarily goes somewhere, but if only it would keep us entertained with just enough trouble but out of too much suffering.
