Right now, I am at an interesting point in my life. I just finished school. Specifically, college has been a constant for me for the last 10+ years. I defended my Ph.D. dissertation back on October 11, 2011. A wholly satisfying accomplishment, it also signified the end of a time that I truly enjoyed. I managed to stave off leaving for a few months since I had some things to finish and was still technically registered as a student through December. Just before heading home to my parents' house for the holidays, however, I cleared out my desk and began the process of moving out of my apartment (the same apartment I started living in six and half years ago).
The process hurt. It still hurts.
I am going to miss school. I am about to turn 29 years old. Because of graduate school, I can honestly say that I am happy with person I have become. I had the freedom to explore all avenues of intellectual and personal discovery and hone in on the paths that I felt most passionate about. I am not simply referring to the academics and the mental challenges involved in getting a graduate degree. I am also including the friends, hobbies, extra-curricular activities, relationships, travel, and all the ideas I was exposed to and excursions I took. Each and every one of these things I consider invaluable to the process I underwent to become who I am. I regret nothing. Would I do some things differently if given a second go around? Probably. People change. We are graveyards for all of our former selves. Our experiences change us. The present self may not make the same choice given the same situation one of our past selves encountered. If, however, one can look back fondly on those deceased past selves and revel in who those people were, then it is a healthy and rewarding process. I am happy to say that I can indeed do that. I can move forward in life and take on the next thing - the "real world" - without fear of dwelling on past disappointments.
My path simply MUST NOT be the norm. I will not stand for it. Does this mean that I will not take a job that suits my degree? Not necessarily. As horrible as it sounds, sometimes a job is a means to end. Ideally it is not just a means to an end, but also yields some form of satisfaction. There are those lucky few that find total satisfaction in the job they have, but I would venture to guess that I am more like the majority of humans; those who have not a singular passion, but find great joy in exploring all of their diverse interests to the fullest. Given that seemingly common scenario, making money through a job that excites you on at least one level becomes a means to a very important end: chasing the remainder of your passions. Those things are different for everyone, and I truly believe that if people looked at their jobs more often in this light, then they would probably see things are not so status quo after all.
One of the things I enjoyed most about being in graduate school and being around the other students and people I met whom I counted among my friends was the time spent together talking about life, the universe, and everything. Did we ever solve any of the great mysteries? Of course not. We never, for example, even came close to a viable solution for any of the problems plaguing our great nation (which as it turns out is no simple matter anyway). Some might say that in some respect, as individuals blessed with different sets of intellectual talents, Ph.D.s and their like have an obligation to tackle the multitude of problems facing humanity. I would present, once again, another horrible interpretation: that none of the figures in the annals of history that are considered among the great minds ever did what they did for purely selfless reasons. Even if the selfish reason was as subtle as, "I enjoy doing this," that variable in the equation must be taken into account. It is rare indeed, that a great mind, striving for intellectual fulfillment, stumbles across a new vista of enlightenment and, additionally, has the foresight to understand that humanity will benefit from it. Perhaps that combination is what results in society placing such people in an elite category. Often the benefits to humanity are inherent in the discovery and that foresight is not needed, so again the raison d'etre stems from personal satisfaction not a humanitarian quest. I am certainly not the first to put forward the postulate that there are no purely selfless acts, but I see no reason why such a mindset should be looked upon negatively. If people all viewed life and their work as a quest to satiate their passions, then such beneficial discoveries may come more frequently as a welcomed side effect.
I have no simple formula or set of instruction for making what I am suggesting a reality in everyone's life. I will be the first to admit that my logic probably has loopholes and that in general "easier said than done" would likely be the most reasonable response. Society and life seem to be struggling against us all in this sort of endeavor. As Jean Anouilh said, "There is love of course. And then there's life, its enemy." I nearly cried when I read that quote for the first time. Most would apply that quote to matters of the heart. I, however, find its applicability in matters of all passions. Something always seems to come up that sets us on a path away or slightly askew from the direct route to our desires. That is not to say that the new path may not become sufficient or what we wanted all along, but there does always seem to be a force in life working in the opposite way in which we are striving.
I also find applicability in the direct interpretation of Anouilh's quote: life as the enemy of romantic love or consummate love. I have made sacrifices that have been in direct opposition to my desires in such matters. I have also been frustrated when encounters with what appears to be a perfect scenario become seemingly impossible due to diverging paths. That something as simple as timing and geography set such matters awry is an unfortunate tragedy, the like of which has been told time and again! It is an area of my life that - though I do not feel old nor do I feel like time is running out - my 29 years of age is starting to make more relevant. Clive Barker wrote in his novel The Hellbound Heart that, "The seasons long for each other, like men and women, in order that they may be cured of their excesses." I find this to be an appropriate comparison. Finding someone to temper certain personality traits and elicit fervor where none existed is as natural as the changing of seasons ridding us of harsh and mild weather alike. Finding the right person to do that, however, is no easy task, nor is possessing the willingness to soften certain excesses that we find pleasures, whether they be of the guilty or innocent variety. Nevertheless, the drive to find someone that is my match and completes me in this way (as cheezy as that sounds) is becoming a desire for me and something I will not deny has been a topic of thought. When it happens is yet to be seen, but I have always been of a mind that it will happen naturally. When the opportunity arises, I will be ready for it.
Though I am painting a somewhat bleak picture, I assure you that I do not lack for optimism. I hope that the reader can see the traces of that in each paragraph. My goal here is to simply put into words the insecurities and emotions that I am experiencing at this crossroad in my life and to share a modicum of the reflective mood currently set upon me. Do not interpret this as a cry for help or attention. I am fine, trust me. I love my life and who I am and I look forward to what the journey has in store for me. Like I said, the next step will not be the norm. It will be an adventure, even if that adventure is in the guise of a 9 to 5.