do what you wanna do

'I watched my peers, and my friends, and the ones who were older than me and... I watched how miserable some of them were. I'd listen to them telling me that they couldn't envisage a world where they did what they've always wanted to do anymore, because now they had to earn a certain amount every month just to keep where they were. They couldn't do the things that mattered and that they really wanted to do and... that seems as big a tragedy as any problem of failure.'

Neil Gaiman never went to university because it didn't interest him but luckily, possessed the freakish talent and brilliant mind required to succeed in the literary world. Man.

There's a lot I would like to elaborate upon but seeing as I'm two hours and thirty-four minutes away from my functional plan deadline I should hop to it. The real reason I'm posting this here is simply because I'm getting rid of it from my Facebook quotes and want to put it somewhere that I will remember, lul.

The after-thought prelude

Yesterday was the first time I have dialled an ambulance after hearing tyres screech on the bitumen three metres behind me, hearing that collision of metal on flesh and turning around to see a figure sliding off the bonnet of the taxi. A businessman and the driver in a bright turquoise turban stepping out, the latter repeating 'it was a green light? It was a green light!' nervously.

He was running across the road when his iPod fell and he became distracted. His point of contact with the windscreen was his head, at thirty kilometres an hour, but it was the lower back pain he was most concerned with. He was conscious and could feel all four limbs. I feel bad for the taxi driver, nit all should be clear from a legal side of things.

When remembering back to his first words as he rushed out of the vehicle, you can't help but marvel how people automatically do rush at their own defence as if from fear of retribution. Conditioned by society, and reminds me of the story of how so many passed the hit-and-run toddler in China out of the desire not to be implicated legally. Similar stories occur in Vietnam, apparently. It is the musings of how we as westernised Australians of Asian-heritage would fare raised under those circumstances that lead to the below topic, after a fashion... and the most likely outcome is that we wouldn't even know any different. That in itself is so scary. How much of ourselves would we still be and how much would we owe to the external environment? Hence below.