The great escape
Wednesday, 31st January 2007Posted under: life ,
After spending god knows how many years being told what to do and how to do it, I finished studying. Well, thats how a lot of people see it. Unfortunately the truth is that it isn't until you stop studying that you realise you are only now beginning to learn. So it seemed to me anyway. Even now, 15 years after officially finishing my studies, I feel as if I am learning more today then when I was studying. Could be because my poor little brain has been fried and aged enough that the dribbly little bits it can cope with now seem huge. Or maybe the disparate strands of my personal interests make the effort of coordinating this information into a cohesive whole much more demanding then when it is organised for you under a formal educational regime.
Who cares?
My navel gazing, that happens to most students after they finish university, wondering how the hell they are going to make the transition from their secure, stable learning environment, to a fulfilling professional career, manifest itself as is often the case, with a journey through Europe. Wow! did you count the commas in that sentence....A salacious trip into the hedonistic journey of a lost artist searching for some sense of meaning. Those days are behind me...... for now. The telling of these tales, oooh.... naughty.