marine biology or writer... i say do both. fact is hardly anyone makes a living off of their writing and the best writers of all time don't recieve the recognition the deserve until they are well rotted away underground. my parents never said i should write... they just kept pushing me to be an aero-space engineer for years and years. lame shit really, it was all because when i was like in kindergarten i wanted to go into space and walk on mars etc. anywho, i hated school, i never did any work got sent to the office all the time, was fat/got picked on by jocks and eventually kicked out of regular rich kid highschool. then i wound up in some armpit of an institution filled with gangstas, hippies and pregnant chicks.
i didn't like those people or that place either... okay point being through all this non-sesnse i never stopped writing or doodling and spent most of my time reading the thesaurus/dictonary. somewhere along the lines i started taking pictures and making music too... i had this big dream of being some kind of revolutionary. of course it didn't quite go according to plan... oddly enough after highschool i started drinking n' smoking/sucking n' fucking etc. i became a hippy-gangsta type guy basically. through this lifestyle i somehow discovered that there are other (better) ways to explore space than a rocket/shuttle craft.
(tai chi, yoga, psychedelics, sleep deprivation, trance)
in a way this lead me to start studying different types of science stuff. chrnologically: Theology, Astrology, Numerology, Geometry, Quantum Physics, Molecular Biology, Mycology and most currently Linguistics/Cognetive Science. (who knows, Marine Biology could be next
i have dreamed of dolphins and sea lions before...)
the point now being; in times of doubt i catch myself wondering what would have happened had i bought into the system, got good grades and went to a real college. as opposed to attending school for photography for which i didn't complete my degree and now have 12k student loan debt that my unemployed and or minimum wage (at best) arse refuses to even consider paying back.
so crazy how if asked 10 years ago i would have went on about how much i hated g_d, math and science w/a vengence.
but now, i can embrace them after travelling so far with the right side of my brain that i basically warped my own conciousness to the far left.
though in times of more confidence i find myself smirking as i watch the ripples in my chest while sitting on a "butterfly" machine... in summary:
“The corollary of the permanent alternation is the permanent transience.”
-Reginald Crosley M.D.
ya dig?