The tap water analogy. In an abandoned house with fairly intact pumbling, you turn the tap and let water flow. Dirty water comes out first, and with time, clean. I present my thoughts, unstructured.
On hidden information
I read one of David Perell’s email newsletter today. Something I am ashamed to say I ignored for a while. As I read through the email, his mention of old interviews caught my attention. Buried beneath all that is shoved in our faces as the current thing, are forgotten lessons. Maybe history repeats itself because we do not read its stories fully. Texts of old hold much wisdom. Outdated they might seem, but relevant they remain. Nothing is new under the sun, it’s only rewritten or discovered.
On self learning
Burrowing down to the foundations take time. As one who is out of time, due to poor decisions, I am plagued. Yet, while looking at my behaviours from past, I find that I won when I acted in curiosity. In love for learning, rather than grades. In passion for the activity, rather than for a job. Its probably why my best grades surprise me, because I never aimed for the best grades in those subjects.
I lost all that somewhere between being my late secondary school (highschool) and first degree education. It makes me wonder if the system, created to shape me into a better individual, spent instead, 8 years, hamering out who I am from me. Unfortunately, I have a poor habit of being completely uninterested in things I find not fun. As such, I blame myself the most. I have come to realize, not fun things are important to life as a human being. If anything, they serve as stepping stones to what you want.
As I write my thesis, I battle my old self. Unlearn, learn, write and repeat. “Do this to understand, not for the degree, not for a job.” Am I playing with fire? Maybe, but right now, I don’t want to live any other way. I brace myself for the avoidable pains, inflicted as penance. Paying attention to the things I find uninteresting too. The crucible is not be feared, but welcomed.
On turning the tap
As I reach this point in my writing, I see a plain result. A mind that felt the release of information. Clarity found. In writing, the words in my mind solidify into decisions.
Write, my friends.