Declaration.

I'm gonna write a at least one draft per day until I get better at this. Why? because I've just read a couple of articles written solely to inspire people to write more, regardless of quality or readership. From what I could gather from the authors, a badly written draft is better than not having one. Arguing from that basis, you could say that the more shit you try to write, eventually you're going to become better, in time.

Creativity isn't found in rare individuals with a penchant for it, it's earned through hard work and repetition of accumulating experience doing that work. Well, at least that's what I've got from all those informative sites on the internet. But I could be wrong and creativity is just a rare natural born talent which could not be found in people with none of it. Then again, we wouldn't know now would we? That's why we need to stumble and fall in life, to find out the bigger questions that have no one correct answer.

A new semester. Of course you'd have certain hopes and aspirations that you'll want to live up to, I surmised each and everyone currently enrolled in tertiary education to be in similar shoes. That's the odd thing about people- all of us want things that are nearly identical yet dissimilar at the same time. What you want now might not be what he wants now but in the long run what we want wound up more or less the same. 

Let's break it down. A fulfilling life. Does it sound familiar? That's essentially what every Gen Y wants nowadays. Wealth - basically money to spend on things you need and/or want. 

You know you don't need but you'll want.

How many of us do study because that's what drives us? Passion, interest and all that crap that they saturate you with when you're just beginning to finish on your pre-u program. Having trouble deciding what course to take? No worries! Be a doctor! Engineer! Lawyer! Whatever the fuck's stereotype we have for occupation which offers stability and high wage. There was once upon a time wistful thinking that furthering your studies meant going into what you're really passionate about, lighting the spark which ignites your entire life. Yet in our culture, we're so ingrained with the professionalism infused with said occupation, there's really no point in offering ourselves a choice.

There are more of us studying for a degree merely for the sake of the degree than I could comfortably say possible. In many ways, the machine which drives are ourselves alone. We decided to embark upon this road. No the road less taken mind you, the road which everyone has walked and tells you that there's a freaking rainbow and shiny unicorns at the end of it. We carry on because everyone else is, we don't stop to think for a moment is whatever the fuck I'm doing now what I really want to do with my life?

Here's the kicker. No one does so why should I?