I've been reading up academic stuff with a feeling that it's a part of daily chore. Why? Cool and fun as my lecturer is (no, seriously, love her), I can't help but feeling that I don't have to cultivate my mind. She's been spoon feeding us, I don't feel the challenge or the passion to do something more. Moreoever, she never asks us what we know or what we think (sometimes, I'm itched because what she said could've been expanded to a broader sense and I just want a justification). O brother, why bother.

Crazy as it sounds, I love studying. If I could be a student for my entire lifetime, I would. I have an innate hunger for knowledge and culture.

Anyway, if the passion is not there, everything becomes a chore. I'm learning Marxism by the way, I've been reading about that since primary 6. Maybe I'm just bored...

But you see, Socrates doctored that the most important thing in life is not to find the answers, but to never stop asking. Hence just one question, how do you feed the mind, when nobody could answer every question but the questions keep on streaming in? Does the need of satisfaction is a materialistic gratification, or is it simply human nature?

Labels: Daily life

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