The Things I Do For Love

I'm at it again and I think I'll never stop. Before I left for class, I was reading several articles on Entrepreneur.com, trying to find inspiration that could lead me to another light bulb. I had come up with some vague ideas but they weren't enough for me to realize anything solid. I arrived at school early and without second thoughts, I went to the library to check out the latest issue of AdEdge. I encountered a problem with the librarian, which I'm not gonna get into, but the latest issue just had the information I needed that greatly represents a small piece of the puzzle I've been solving for a couple of months now.

With simple light reading, I could feel my blood bubble underneath my skin. I was excited, and hungry for more. It led me to think that whatever I was doing in college is a great waste of time, though this was one opportunity I don't have the right to turn down. I tried to recall any entrepreneurs or successful people that finished college or suggested it but I can't recall one. Either I'm not reading enough books or it's just a mere fact that college can't help me become a successful entrepreneur, but it can make me a manager of some department in a company.

On my first class, my professor didn't meet up with us so I spent the hour educating my friend about what I've searched up and brainstorm some ideas. I'm not sure if it produced any good results, but I needed to bounce off my thoughts to someone to actually see it sometimes. During my second class, my mind was split into three tasks: memorizing notes for my test, listening to my professor, and coming up with an idea from the current lecture. Of course, all of it ended being half-done and I somewhat found myself arguing with a student from the same class who seriously lacks imagination and understanding. I also think that my college had created a new form of discrimination against students who speaks English. It's like they categorized us as a separate class from everyone else. It's not a crime that we know another language. Jealousy is ugly.

Anyway, with all the thinking I've been doing, my brain was dead by the end of the day, and I decided to just drench my mind with the information I've gathered about Filipino inventors. I secretly wished that I would be able to invent a new type of technology that the world could use to improve people's lives. I'm getting there... I think.

Researching, writing, brainstorming and creating plans, I don't think I'll ever get tired of doing any of it. I even came to the point that I loved doing what I do so much that I never wanted to fall asleep. Sometimes it scares me that my desires would turn me into someone I would really hate, but I feel like doing those things are right for me. I just love what I do and I won't stop doing them, even if everybody says I can't. Making your dreams come true is not a crime unless the act to achieve it is unlawful.