So... I fucked my Electromagnetism paper earlier today. There's a big chance I failed it, which means I'll probably need to retake it next sem. Damn.
So tonight, maybe out of the need to unwind, or maybe just plain boredom due to the hour-long studying for the next paper in the next morning, I felt a huge urge to eat. And I went to have soup. Was delicious, but not the main reason this post is written. I'm writing about what happened afterwards.
I was reluctant to go back to my room and continue my studies. I was so damn bored. So I rode my bike randomly around the city. Gah, too many cars etc even at 10 pm. Too smoky. I returned to the uni and I rode randomly inside. The road wasn't as busy, there were hardly any cars. Calm and serene, with groups of students studying here and there. Just what I needed.
I rode aimlessly, observing things and went along paths I wouldn't use normally. Then it came to me. I realized that I always did this every semester, in the last night before my final paper for the semester. Some were due to me feeling frustrated messing up my previous exam like this semester, some was due to me wanting to feel the wind, or maybe just out of boredom. It was fantastic, the feeling. I went to almost all places in the uni, there was no one there though, it's night, but still, seeing those buildings I normally don't and tracing paths I wouldn't otherwise gave me a strange feeling. "Why the hell I didn't go to these places before? Sure, I have no damn business here but that shouldn't be a reason to prevent me from exploring these places!"
I enjoyed the random trip around the campus. I would definitely do this again in the next semester, which is hopefully my last semester here. I might even widen the range, maybe spend a whole night touring even the city if it's practical. I would definitely do the same thing at whichever uni I end up furthering my studies at. I would definitely tour around whichever organization I end up joining to make my living. I even hope that whenever I do it there will be a special someone to join me, so that I can blab about all the awe I'm feeling right there and then, when it's fresh out of my mind. I dunno if it's strange to want to let my most childish side be observed like that, it'll be one embarrassing experience for sure, but still, I want to share the feelings with people I care about.
It is times like these that I feel like bragging to rocks, and not envy them. "Hey it's pretty nice having consciousness you know, you get to feel all this awe and be glad at the fact you're alive!" It's a fantastic feeling, really.
Uh, what was intended to be a short post is turning out to be long. Sorry if you see this as nothing more than silly ramblings, I understand that I am making a big deal out of something so normal, something anyone with a mind would understand. But I feel like I have to share this feeling, this strange feeling that I have certainly felt before, but every single time, it feels so fresh, so new, so blissful. I feel so alive. I end my little rant with a quote from Adam Forde, someone who is not as much a hero but more of an ideal to me.
"I am the thinker who thinks of thought. I am curiosity, I am reason, I am love and I am hatred. I am indifference. ... I am the means by which the universe has come to know itself. I am the thing no machine can ever make. I am meaning."