Saturday, March the 8th, 2008

The entries on this journal have been noticeably sparse because I have had little to report of late. Unable to make any firm decisions or take any bold steps, I have let my life grind to a complete halt.

It began with not being able to choose between positions—each involving a significant move, and the consequent need to reestablish myself—and has now progressed to something much deeper. At the heart of it, I think it’s just that I don’t find what I do (or at least, what I am groomed to do) very rewarding. As a result, while it appears as though I’m having a hard time picking one particular research option over another, what I’m really struggling with is a more abstract concept.

The fundamental realisation that what you do has little impact on anyone (or anything) outside your little sandbox is a harsh one to grapple with; that your efforts won’t stand the test of time, or elevate the masses. Predictably enough, it is a glimpse of this notion that’s caused me to stall, stripping you of potential reading fodder.

The problem is further exacerbated, for while I wave aside my existing choices recognising this inherent flaw, I am unwilling to take off my metaphorical blinders and explore other options—I am just a big chicken.

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2 Responses to “Grinding to a halt”

  1. anita says:

    would it be possible for you to find something rewarding to do “on the side” – in addition to whatever you were planning to do? it might be less scary that way.

  2. pundit says:

    That’s actually a very good idea for most normal people, but I don’t think it will work for me.

    For one, the problem with me is once I get into something, I really immerse myself into it (at the expense of everything else). And secondly, the kinds of activities I imagine being rewarding involve residing in relatively remote places, where I can’t seriously pursue my intellectual interests.

    (Of course, these are just self-justifying excuses to do neither.)

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