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Finding Time to Dream By Christopher Lee, Harvard
I dream and dream, get lost in hope and possibilities, wonderment and bewilderment, ambition and apprehension. Often, I live my ordinary life, but occasionally, I encounter unordinary films, architecture and even foods that excite and inspire me. I want to clench the human spirit and the human imagination tightly in my hand, squeeze them in my fist and slowly let go to see creativity of my own. I see nothing because I'm on my way to class, bustling back to the dorm, racing to finish the reading, always busy, busy. I hunger for efficiency and productivity and do so by forcing as much life into the minute. Time is limited in supply, and demand is too high, so health, sleep, friends, fun, talks, class, laundry and plans must all fit within the minute. Where do my dreams belong? Especially at a place like Harvard, people tend to plan for the future and act accordingly. You take classes that not only interest you but also, develop quantitative, literacy, reasoning, writing and technical skills useful for your adult life. We have career fairs, summer-opportunity fairs, advising for job search, fellowship info sessions and even party funds handed to us. Yes, we get pampered, but no, life is not easy. People are intelligibly diligent. They don't only work hard, but they work smart. Most will funnel into law, medicine and engineering, which are fine professions and necessary for society; others prefer education, nonprofits or public service, because they find money distasteful; and the few mavericks whose lives can't be generalized. I just want to stop being told to think in lines and rules. It's just so hard to blaze your own trail, when there are so many to follow. A liberal arts education is nice, since I need not to declare my major until my fourth semester. I want to try and do all there is to try and do. Maybe then, I'll have time to dream.
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