Destination Unknown

When I see someone pass by who looks interesting in one fashion or another, I can often wonder where they're going; I imagine that they're going extraordinary places to do extraordinary things. And then I panic a bit and feel like I'm wasting time, precious time, going to this university full of snobby, plain people and meaningless assignments, absorbing the most useless of informations. I suppose it's because I've no clue where I'm going. I have to keep reminding myself that all this studying is the means to an end, but all the while I'm not at all sure what that end is. In short, I am terribly inapt at dealing with the fact that I still haven't found something that I'm truly passionate about and would love to do for the rest of my life. All this potential and no unequivocal direction is frustrating as fuck.

Anyway, to not end all this on such a downer and come off as an emo f** who seems really depressed... Far Cry 2 has turned out to be pretty awesome, so I think I will be shooting my way through 50 square kilometres of jungle for the next couple of hours. Cheers :)