my place

Just finished reading Kafka on the Shore

Overall it was an alright book, and it has a meaning behind all of the events (although this meaning is more subjective to the reader than present in an objective form)

Only half of the events got closure though. It feels like the author had no idea where he was heading. Johnnie Walker’s character didn’t really serve a purpose in the conclusion, nor did Colonel Sanders. Nor did the fact Kafka had sex with his sister, or the philosopher prostitute. They seem like they were characters and events placed to spice up the story rather than to actually contribute to it. This often occurs in Murakami novels, as I’ve come to realize. 

However, it was a good book, and although it’s not a must-read, its a good read. 


I dont know if to study Biology or Economics

I’m forever fascinated by biology, but, once I get the degree and all, what can I do with it? I won’t really be able to help people through biology (which is something that also passions me) 
If I study economics (focused on human development) I can help people a lot more and at a larger scale, but…but what about biology? :(

I have 2 months to make this decision. 


Chopin

I can never fully convey the message of what Chopin’s music means to me. It has opened up my soul, quite literally. Chopin’s music has kept me company in the darkest and brightest moments. It defines me in so many ways. 


Life feels so overwhelming right now. I feel as if I’ve made all the right decisions in the past that have led me to this point, and to this version of myself. I don’t want it to change, although that’s inevitable. My grades are alright, I’m in love in a great relationship, I get along with my family great, I feel balanced and with a stable state of mind. I’m happy and I’m thankful to be alive and right now it feels amazing, everything. The air I breathe, the people I meet, the places I go. Everything is in a beautiful bright light and I do not wish for it to ever turn dull. 


There is an ecstasy that marks the summit of life, and beyond which life cannot rise. And such is the paradox of living, this ecstasy comes when one is most alive, and it comes as a complete forgetfulness that one is alive.

Jack London, The Call of the Wild (via bookmania)