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Sometimes I forget just how vital human connection is to one’s wellbeing. Yes, we are social creatures, but it sometimes feels easier to be an anti-social goblin then make the trek to be with others. At the crossroads on what I want to do with my life I know I want a social job. Something that involves being surrounded by people all day doesn’t sound terrifying.

Being with others has been shown to preserve brain mass as we age, it leads to better well-being, and a sense of fulfillment. Personally, after I certain point I would trade money for deep relationships in a heartbeat. Being successful to me isn’t about money it’s how you are doing socially. I wish to be vacationing with family and friends. Celebrating New Years with family whom I love. Inviting people over for dinner, on weekdays. This is how I view real success, and I hope to get here very soon.

Nowadays it feels like reasons to do actions are constantly missing or weak. Maybe it’s because I’m still supported by my parents. Maybe its because in the modern world motivation is corrupted and emotions from action can be replicated by artificial substitutes. How to get around this I don’t know yet. But I hope to find out.

I don’t think I’m arguing anything controversial here. I feel like expressing my essence through words would give me enough benefit for it to be worth the effort I expend on it. So that’s why I write.

Capture my thoughts and emotions. Also, a way to distribute useful information I’ve gathered. A way to interact without adoption into dissolving individuality.