To be or not to be, that is the question...

Did you know I was an English Literature Student?

Did you also know that I really did enjoy studying English Literature? My forte was in plays. I aced most of them. Except, the study of English Literature at graduate level includes novels (which I was ok at) and poems (which I sucked at.) Which explains my average grades in them. A for this, B for that and C for the third, equates to a B.

I miss literature. I miss it because, it was and is, in a way, a study about nothing. And yet, it is so fun to immerse in it. And you read about the whole world, without leaving your room. You see what the author, playwright, or poet says, and even things that they don't say. Because you assume them to be there, and you substantiate it.

But my studies nowadays revolves around the real world, and I study for a very crude and terrible reason. For money. For advancement. Gone is the good ol' days when studying was for the sake of studying. I was a student, therefore I study. Not that I was a hardworking student. Playing was infinitely more fun.

The beauty of literature is, human and actual relation to real world is kept to a minimum. More often than not, the person you're studying is dead. It's not like Geography, where, the studies made may impact the world, or the study of science or IT, to help revolutionise the real world. No. The study of literature is like, the study of art. It is infinitely more and yet, it is also about nothing.

Learning about the beauty of the language that the playwright uses, the multi layered meanings contained within a sentence, the historical context, how outrageous it must have been at that time, will not change the price of oil nor will it mean more money for the first person to realise it. And yet, one can get so immersed in the study of the play, the playwright, and his life back then, its history, the geography... it weaves out a whole new world.

When I did English Literature, more often then not, I feel a part of me detract from real world. For only then, can you appreciate the beauty of language. If I was to stay mired in real world, the cynical part of me would laugh, because, it is REALLY all about nothing. But yet, this detachment feels so real, one hates to come back. I wish I can do that again. But I can't. Because...

Life's like that.

So when Hamlet says, "To be or not to be, that is the question...", did he realise that, it is not a question if one does not have a choice? I say, "To be, and stop whining about it."

BAH!!! I must get a job! my entries are getting increasingly boliao, annoying even me. ARGH... someone give me a freelance job. Least it will occupy my time, while earning me some much needed money.

*Starts batting eyelash* Editorials that needs to be written? Anybody? Instructional Design? (I charge slightly more for this.)