We always see and hear about useless majors. The ones that we shouldn’t even bother to study, especially not in college. They won’t earn you money. They won’t teach you real skills. Besides, isn’t college supposed to be about getting a decent paying job? These inquiries are becoming monotonous. Why study that?
How about this:
“The most dangerous risk of all– the risk of spending your life not doing what you want, on the bet you can buy yourself the freedom to do it later.” -Randy Komisar
So, pursue what you love unapologetically. And by the way, those seemingly minor comments on how some can’t see the practicality of an area of study…?
If we’re going to talk about practicality and reality, how about the reality that we’re going to die. How about the practicality that even if we pursue a high paying major and job, we can still fail?
Let me hand it over to Will:
Reality is a human construct. So, don’t be held back by constructs created by humans no smarter than you. This sentiment goes beyond majors. It extends to and beyond all the goals in your life.
Still not convinced? That’s okay. You don’t have to be.
Over the winter break, I picked up a dusty book from my bookshelf that contained poems from American poets. I was a try hard when it came to trying to like poetry.
But, I just couldn’t find poetry that made my heart leap, and my soul weep.
Then, Langston Hughes with his jazz poetry came along. Call me a fish, but I was hooked. *ba-dum-tshh*
I used to regard poems as confusing and downright alien. But, I couldn’t be more wrong. Poems are open to interpretation, and some are full of riddles. But, the most unique poems possess an unspoken communication that strikes the mind.
I highly recommend reading some of Hughes poetry because of both the vibrancy of his style and the truth in his words. I enjoyed how his poems have a light rhythm, but heavy undertones to address rather impassioned subject matters. Here are a few lines from some of my favorite poems of his:
“So since I’m still here livin’,
I guess I will live on.”
“Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.”
“My old man died in a fine big house.
My ma died in a shack.
I wonder where I’m gonna die,
Being neither white nor black?”
“I wonder what makes
A funeral so high?
A poor man ain’t got
No business to die.”
today it rained.
the coldness i felt, the warmth that came after.
rain. what joy.
what will our mark on this world be?
greatness and wealth? or something less coveted, but much greater in depth.
kindness. the uplift of surrounding minds.
too good for this world,
a departure, with no goodbyes.
despite all the pain,
warmth in smile and kindness in being, always there.
never felt sorry for self, led by example, left people with elevated auras. a great supporter.
few words, yet, had an immeasurable impact. genuine, honorable, hard-working.
light and goodness.
deserved infinitely more.