Some say that you're more likely to find inspiration, renewed determination, or even
the meaning of life, while on a trip somewhere far away. Just ain't so in my case. I found it during a casual walk through a local bookstore. No, not the meaning of life. Just an explanation for that feeling of... inadequacy.
I find the most joy when I create something. It's been like this since as far back as I can remember. Making a paper model of the typhoon signal hoisting tower, making random music, writing useless programs - From these the fulfilment comes. Managing a project, throwing e-mail around to arrive at a compromise, watching your insight being assimilated into The Machine, or simply set aside, that earns my paycheck but also consumes the soul.
But "enjoyable work" is an oxymoron, right?
Random recommendation: Go watch
An Inconvenient Truth. It's not entertaining, but it's important. Go read
Confessions of an Economic Hit Man. It's not entertaining either, but it's important.
The two actually fit together into a coherent picture.
