35. Yesterday, I was cruising down the side streets avoiding getting stuck behind slow drivers, but hey, that's life and there are too many of them. I was so annoyed by people driving the speed limit, by the stop lights, and by the drones sitting in traffic waiting to get from point A to point B as if that were normal. Don't they realize there is a life to live and it is insane to spend hours of one's life on the road? I stopped listening to radio years ago because I got annoyed at 1010 WINS repeating the same news and the same traffic reports every few minutes. Can you believe people sit there behind the wheel and listen to the same thing over and over again? Do you?
I was so overwhelmed by the lack of free space and the lack of time one has in life. I was also stressed by the fact that we are forced to live by a watch that ticks too fast. I would say I was feeling generally claustrophobic, but from an environmental "trapped in a life" perspective, not from a "trapped in a room" perspective. In high school, I was so frustrated with the pace of time imposed on me that one day I took off my watch and I literally threw it up into the air; I never looked back to see where it landed. If it were up to me there would be no clocks. Call me Captain Hook. Why is it that it is now 8:30am and I need to do a billion things before my class later this morning? I guarantee you most of them will not get done, especially if I indulge in writing this blog, especially if I get into flow which I can already start to feel happening, almost as if my fingers do the typing and I watch the screen with a grin on my face feeling calmed by how well my fingers know my inner thoughts.
To be short, I was affected yesterday by seeing a piece of the "The Last Samurai" movie combined with my thoughts from a recent movie I saw a few months ago called "The Village", where a group of doctors sheltered themselves from a skewed and busy world to literally carve out a life for themselves in the forest that was moral and serene (the life they created, not necessarily the forest), where they can live according to their values, the proper values, without intrusions from the evolving psychotic outside world that so often seems to me to resemble a child in a frenzy running with a large black hat covering his eyes, screaming (the child, not the hat), and not realizing that he's about to run straight into the wall in front of him.
For most of yesterday, my thoughts were filled with trying to think of a serene place in the borders my state or surrounding states [so that I can enter to practice law and then leave as soon as possible to retreat to my village] where I can step away from all the busy rat-race running that we do and from all that I cannot stand. After my research, I don't think a place like this exists here because our state is infected with physical crowding and growth that moves like an epidemic. Sometimes I wish the industrial revolution never happened. Often I wish I could live near a farm in a very small community undisturbed by the city. I would practice my profession, and I would make enough to live a meaningful life. If I started discussing how I wish I lived in a world without cars and fast trains, I would be redundant because I feel that I made my point. We move too fast.
I am feeling stressed out because I don't think I want to live the high-paced life of a lawyer. I am a thinker, not a workhorse. I signed up because I thought that for the few years of sacrificial living, I would develop specialized knowledge in law that would allow me to live a serene life and benefit from the mass of information that I have spent so far two painful years ingesting. I am looking down the road and I don't see the serene lifestyle at the end of the tunnel; it seems to me that our professors are preparing us for a life of more stress and of more servitude. Law school is supposed to be an investment into my future, not a boot camp to prepare me for the brutalities of war that lie in wait for me to graduate. This is not what I signed up for. Have I taken an exit into a one-way highway that leads to somewhere I don't want to go? Maybe I will try that summer program in China after all.