I've been looking for a job for over a year so once I finally get one, I worry that I'll be too scared to ever change jobs just because I don't want to go through this gain, heh.
My mom was in pretty good health until summer of last year when she was diagnosed with colon and liver cancer. It's at the terminal stage, but she's beating the doctors' expectations on survivability and the treatment seems to be keeping it at bay for the time being. Of course, I had to put off any plans I had for myself to stay near her and be able to help her, which is no real sacrifice compared to helping my mother in her time of need. The heart issue had apparently been building over a number of years and would have happened regardless of her other illnesses. Sadly, it's genetic in our family and I'm pretty much doomed to diabetes and heart issues when I'm older.
I've resigned myself to believing that pursuing your dreams is something reserved for people born before our generation. They won't hand over the torch and see us as expendable. We'll all be too old to enjoy our lives before we have the chance to pursue our dreams in fields of employment. I've been wanting for money very badly and I'd just like to meet this immediate concern.
I too have no real trade to boast of, hence some of my issues finding employment. I took an academic route going into university and aspired to become a history professor. That's just not going to happen, and I really have to cram a lot of gaming and television into my brain each day to distract myself from the feeling that I wasted four years of my life that I'll never get back and have nothing to show for it. Dwelling on this too much will inflict madness upon me, and so in an unpleasant turn of events I am protecting myself through a sloth that will eventually destroy me as well.
Ideas, ideas...I am an idealist, but how to innovate on the practical eludes me. As we reach the limits of science, we can only improve on what exists, not create entirely new things altogether. The stars are an infinite frontier where people will one day be able to reinvent themselves, but we'll be dust. In our own time, the internet is the current frontier of success and self-realization, but I fear it is contracting instead of expanding. A few sites monopolize most e-commerce, and people no longer explore the internet thanks to social networking occupying their time with the mundane. I miss the sense of exploration. I miss the wonder. I miss the days when the majority of sites were for the delight and fascination of visitors and didn't see them merely as cattle to be monetized. But enough of this tangent, I suppose. Nostalgia is a weakness, but I'm beyond weak. I suppose there's still plenty of time for an idea that I can call my own to dawn upon me.
As for you, too little to talk about is generally better than too much when it comes to our lives. When things happen, you end up like me running off at the mouth to anyone who will lend them an ear, heh.