I’ve seen a couple of reflective posts from my friends in my stream. I usually tend to hold back on posting super-personal stuff, seeing as I kind of have to represent a community of people on a day-to-day basis.
Let me rewind a little bit. A little over four months ago, I applied for an internship with an open source project that I really believe in. I was on unemployment at the time due to the fact that the previous company I worked for declared bankruptcy, and refused to pay me quite a lot of money that was owed. It was a no-win situation, and I was pretty much reduced to designing websites on shady freelancing services.
It’s funny how things work out, actually. These were the people that I looked up to ever since their Kickstarter campaign. I’ve always been obsessed about how human beings communicate, especially when using the web as a medium. The ideas driving it: decentralization, enhanced privacy settings, and using your own little space on the web as a social hub all struck a chord in me. At the time, there was no real alternative to Facebook for the FOSS community. (Elgg, GNU Social, Crabgrass, and Appleseed were poor replacements at the time).
So imagine how I’ve felt, being able to interact with the people I look up to the most on a daily basis. For the last four months, I’ve basically been working my dream job. I work with some of the smartest, most creative people I know, and it’s incredibly inspiring.
I never thought in a million years that I’d actually be doing something that I really care about and believe in before age 25. I just want more than anything to constantly prove that hiring me was the right decision, as I’m incredibly grateful to be involved with something so much bigger than myself.
Sometimes, I’m just wondering if I’m living in a dream, and I’m just wondering if I’m going to wake up, and still be back where I was a year ago. I hope more than anything that that’s not the case, though. The people I’ve met and the things that I’ve been driven to do have given my life structure and meaning in ways that I could not comprehend before. It’s the glue that holds me together, and my state of mind has gotten so much better because of it.
Please be advised that Kathrine Marie Wilson (born April 9, 1990 in Auckland, New Zealand and currently residing in Los Angeles) is a skilled con artist who preys on comedians and those in the entertainment industry.
Kate Wilson represents herself as a New Zealand/Australian…
One of the more interesting debates currently raging on in the Piracy vs. The Recording Industry saga is the discussion of content and ideas as property. Some groups of people argue that all media should be free, and distributed all over the world-wide-web for any individual to peruse. Other groups argue that even though digital media itself is an intangible concept that cannot be stolen necessarily, a digital file represents intellectual property to the fullest, and those that cut into their profits should still be treated as thieves. To a degree, both groups bring up interesting points about what it means to “own” content. I’m not sure that it really matters either way, and here’s why.
Haha, thanks. It’s from some crazy unfinished story I originally intended to write for NaNoWriMo. It’s kind of ridiculous, but if you’re interested, I can put up a link for everyone to read what I had at least gotten done.
"This was no ordinary zombie, this was an asshole philosopher zombie. Probably the type that smokes weed all day and comes up with excuses for eating people, no doubt." -From an unfinished story I was writing.
Been a while since I’ve last blogged, so I think it’s time for a little bit of good discourse. It’s a nice change of pace from the huge amounts of fandom I see on Tumblr.
We focus so heavily on self-definition that I think sometimes it destroys an aspect of our own humanity. We’re so hard and analytical when it comes to the pursuit of knowledge that I think we fail to stop and enjoy the potential in the things that we experience.
You can look at science as a prime example of this, in one of two different ways: you can see it as a system that constantly corrects itself and is a vehicle of new and exciting discoveries about our understanding of how things work together, or you can view science as this cold, inefficient system. You could argue that because of this self-correcting system that we don’t actually know anything about anything. Science rewrites itself all the time. And why is this?
There is no objective truth in this world. Truth is merely a construct of language, and as such, there can only ever be things that can be deemed to be “true enough”, aside from logical constructs and hard numbers.
My question is, is it such a bad thing that we don’t know these things? As far as I’m concerned, this sort of uncertainty is merely mystery, and adds to the spice of life. We fear the unknown, and we find ourselves surrounded by variables we can’t even confirm to be true, but that doesn’t mean we can’t find enjoyment out of life out of our personal experiences.
The same goes for the concept of fate. So many people are focused on how we got here, or whether there’s a grand scheme for our existence. But you know, I think that’s entirely the wrong way of going about it. I don’t think we need a defined purpose in life by any higher power. Our only purpose in life is to find and define our own purpose in any way that we can.
To once again quote one of my favorite films, “There is a Fate. It’s what you create.”, and I certainly see this as being applicable to the nature of the reality we live in. You can’t possibly know a fraction of anything for absolute certain, but that doesn’t mean you can’t revel in the enjoyment of gaining new information based on what you observe. Like I said, that’s the spice of life right there.
Who cares what anyone else thinks about you. No, seriously. It’s not anyone’s business but your own as to what you do, what your passions are, and how you define yourself. No one should have that power over another human being, because frankly that kind of power is a degradation to your own human potential. It is a disservice to the human experience.
So go out. Live. Observe life, and try to find the joy in your findings. You may not change the world, but that doesn’t mean you can’t touch the lives of everyone around you, and to me, that’s a far more human pursuit than anything else. To me, it’s worth doing, and it’s worth living for.