I love reading autographies, especially these with life-time stories. it’s a window to explore kinds of life possibilites. and recently I readed << the only girl >>, Robbin at Rolling Stone magazines in 1970s.
I remember some toughts about life meanings. there are three kinds: 1) to crazy satisfy yourself, or pursue a free life, live the way you really want. e.g the freelancer; 2) ladder up to the higher social class, which is happening a lot in developing countries, and to be rich and success is the guarantee; 3) enjoy the beauty of nature and civilazation in this short period of life time.
the last two meanings can not be done immediately, to crazily or desperately satisfy self, is then the easiest way to fight against the fucking environment. like when getting tired of this busy world, I behave more like a hippie, no big deal to anything, and kill time on drama, books, or drugs or sex.
the hippie lifestyle is momental, it creats a space to seperate from daily troubles; after a few days or nights, I am back to real life, continuing on career stuff.
so take it, the reality for me, as born in Asian developing country, with traditional family responsibility, is pursuing career, and of course it helps to take a break, and enjoying hippies, but don’t take it as the life-time way.
mostly of my inner voices are: either busy to live or busy to die; problem-solving skills, leadership; to figure out how the economy machine functions in small and big roles; and be the smart guy in market and at office.
and no need with another degree or matured platform to be problem-solvingable or leadershipable. these skills are in everywhere.