Why do we keep recreating the same reality? Why do we keep having the same relationships? Why do we keep getting the same jobs over and over again? In this infinite sea of potential that exist around us, how come we keep recreating the same realities? Isn't it amazing that we have options and potentials that exist, but we're unaware of them? Is it possible that we're so conditioned to our daily lives, so conditioned to the way we create our lives, that we buy the idea that we have no control at all. We've been conditioned to believe that the external world is more real than the internal world.
- from the movie about quantum physics, What the Bleep Do We Know
Speaking about jobs and reality, I once read in someone's blog a comment from a girl in Japan, she said that she doesn't fit in the nine to five job and she's still figuring out what suits her best, then she said, "Me and some friends are in the same situation. There are times that we want to quit. We call ourselves 'floating sh/t' waiting to be flushed and find our direction. Then, a friend was having problems, wanting to vanish in thin air. We told her, we're not FARTS! We're just floating sh/ts! We shall not vanish!". Kinda disgusting and corny, but I found it funny. Haha.
ps. Photo is one of my view everyday walking to my office. They look ten times cooler on midnight in the dead silence. I have couple of other shots (some with fresh fountains) but I think this one represent best what I'm writing here.
