I picked up a hitchiker today. I tried to go ride the Jardine Juniper trail that I hiked on Sunday but it beat me into submission embarrassingly fast. I’m really hoping that it was due to my lack of nutrition from the night before and eating a big unhealthy breakfast, but I just couldn’t get it going.

Every so often I realize things that I have realized in the past. I had one of those realizations today. As many of you know this will be my eighth year as a college student, sort of, and it seems like that is not motivation enough to graduate. The thing is I have no desire to have a profession. You know, to do something to benefit myself monetarily. I really like what I do now and would be happy doing it for a long time with a few side things going on in the background. To my father’s dismay, this realization came a long time ago and is what made me give up the idea of being an engineer, and not the kind that drives trains. I think I would self-destruct within a few years of trying to be an engineer. I guess what it really comes down to is the fact that I don’t want to become something else, I’m quite happy with what I am.

Realizing what I am is the reason that I chose my current major, journalism. As one person put it, I guess I want to “journalize.” But that poses another problem, I don’t really want to “journalize.” I just want to be me and be me really well, hopefully well enough that I can be me and make enough money to keep myself and family from starving. That is all I ask of life, and so far life has been willing to give that to me without asking many questions. So I ask you, my loyal readers, what the hell is this whole rat race about? Where are we going? and what in the name of Mary are we going to do when we get there?

Most importantly, what are you going to do with all the stuff you have accumulated when the game ends?

After this epiphany of sorts, I read, again, Thoreau’s Life without Principle. Everything he wrote makes perfect sense to me in conjunction with the way I view life. I see no reason to whore myself out to industry and commerce only to be able to live more luxuriously. I guess the question posed in Office Space is quite appropriate for me. If I had a million dollars I would probably just keep doing what I’m doing because that is me. The beauty of all of this is that I don’t need a million dollars to be who I am. I just need a few.

Declare your sovereignty.