I feel like I belong nowhere; neither to the natural sciences, nor to mathematics, nor to language, nor to philosophy. I say this because I seem to be good at none. And sometimes, when the spirit falters, I begin to believe this entire journey a huge, irreparable mistake. Life goes on and tangles itself further in the mess. Perhaps, since I am good at nothing, I should’ve stayed on at my previous institution. At least over there, they teach you how to make money. Better to live a comfortable, meaningless life than a penniless one full of impotent passions.