Another week has passed. I suddenly realise that time has passed by so quickly, that it has been more than a month that I am here in Buffalo. Sooner or later another month will pass, the winter will come and go, and Spring semester will start. Then I will have been here for a year, the cycle goes around again, and then I will get my master's degree. Come another year or so, then I'll be writing my qualifying papers (I already have an idea for the master's qualifying paper), then my dissertation proposal, then my dissertation will slowly come to life, and then I will defend it. Then I will get the title, the coveted title, after 20 years of formal education.
Whenever one is busy with one's life, then time seems to be so fast. Whenever one's life is empty, or lax, then time is slow.
When I was in undergrad, I once looked back when I was a few weeks before graduation, about how fast time flies. It was just four years ago when we flew back from Guam and I enrolled in my freshman year. Now I am graduating. And now, I am a graduate student.
What would my life be like after five years? Where would I be living?
As John Lennon once said, Life is what happens when one is busy making other plans. I like that quote. It clearly describes the unpredictability of life.
For example, how in the world could my parents know a year before that they would find themselves in Paris?
Right now, I am gazing at the five postcards that they sent from their one-week vacation. A shot from the Versailles, a shot of the Arc de Triomphe, a shot of the Eiffel Tower, and two postcards of prints from the Louvre.
Why do we stick postcards on our desks? I asked that question to one of my professors here, since she does the same thing. She said, "Because we want to be reminded that somewhere out there, someone is thinking about us."
Somewhere out there, someone is thinking about me. But who? Maybe these are just some of the things that man isn't supposed to know.
It is funny how man is inclined to retain former connections yet also want change. How come in the area of human interaction, man doesn't want change? Man wants modernity and improvement on other aspects of life, yet man doesn't want to change the way his friends are. I find that a contradiction.
It is getting philosophical tonight. I better stop. I still have some cooking to do. I am having sauteed garlicky mushrooms for dinner.