Dreaming about NYU

23, is an age for reflection, and confusion, and a time to make decision about what to do with one's life. It's an earlier-than-middle-age crisis.

It maybe just a childish dream; it is a dream that has been in my head for a long, long time.
Even though it might only be just a dream, even though it might not bring me any money, it plays an important part in my life.

For me, the intellectual side of the academic, are sparks of the world. They're my passion.
The sloppy yet motivated, sophisticated students, the hippy professors, intellectuals, would I be among them some day? They always have those reluctance to engage in the superficial world but yet actively engaged in the real one, which is fascinating to me.

It brings about the conjunction of time, space and place, and suddenly everything starts to make sense.

Maybe I haven't considered that fact that, I can actually honor the spirit and mind of myself someday, and think that all the decisions I make have meanings. And that I can go for, and make use of my life the WAY I want.

Otherwise, all the education I received in previous years would be useless, since they haven't given me the courage and confidence in self. Maybe one day, I will say Yes, I will do it, when everyone else oppose.