Words to live by
Words I live by: Red--Shawshank Redemption-February
Red:
Rehabilitated? Well, Now let me see. You know, I don't have any idea what that means.
1967 Parole Hearings Man:
Well, it means that you're ready to rejoin society.
Red:
I know what *you* think it means, sonny. To me it's just a made up
word; a politician's word. So young fellas like yourself can wear a
suit and a tie, and have a job. What do you really want to know? Am I
sorry for what I did?
1967 Parole Hearings Man:
Well, are you?
Red:
There's not a day goes by I don't feel regret. Not because I'm in here,
or because you think I should. I look back on the way I was then, a
young, stupid kid who committed that terrible crime. I want to talk to
him. I want to try and talk some sense to him, tell him the way things
are. But I can't. That kid's long gone and this old man is all that's
left. I got to live with that. Rehabilitated? It's just a bullshit
word. So you go on and stamp your form, sonny, and stop wasting my
time. Because to tell you the truth, I don't give a shit."
I often think about what I thought I'd be doing at 30 years of age, when I was 15. Now that I'm fast approaching, I can honestly say that I'm lost. I wish I had a partner or somebody else to turn the keys and map over too, for guidance but I don't. Its just me in this cockpit of life, just me authoring my life day in day out, filling the pages of this book with my story. I often wonder if I'm the only one walking the planet that has those same feelings.
If I could do it all over again, I would go back and study pharmacy or medicine. Maybe picked a profession that was very high paying, but yet personally rewarding because you know that whatever you contributed, somebody benefited other than a manager, ceo, or greedy shareholders. I also wish I would have stayed with my old girlfriend JV. I was young and dumb for breaking up with her. I had gold and let it slip through my fingers. F**k!!!
Red:
Rehabilitated? Well, Now let me see. You know, I don't have any idea what that means.
1967 Parole Hearings Man:
Well, it means that you're ready to rejoin society.
Red:
I know what *you* think it means, sonny. To me it's just a made up
word; a politician's word. So young fellas like yourself can wear a
suit and a tie, and have a job. What do you really want to know? Am I
sorry for what I did?
1967 Parole Hearings Man:
Well, are you?
Red:
There's not a day goes by I don't feel regret. Not because I'm in here,
or because you think I should. I look back on the way I was then, a
young, stupid kid who committed that terrible crime. I want to talk to
him. I want to try and talk some sense to him, tell him the way things
are. But I can't. That kid's long gone and this old man is all that's
left. I got to live with that. Rehabilitated? It's just a bullshit
word. So you go on and stamp your form, sonny, and stop wasting my
time. Because to tell you the truth, I don't give a shit."
I often think about what I thought I'd be doing at 30 years of age, when I was 15. Now that I'm fast approaching, I can honestly say that I'm lost. I wish I had a partner or somebody else to turn the keys and map over too, for guidance but I don't. Its just me in this cockpit of life, just me authoring my life day in day out, filling the pages of this book with my story. I often wonder if I'm the only one walking the planet that has those same feelings.
If I could do it all over again, I would go back and study pharmacy or medicine. Maybe picked a profession that was very high paying, but yet personally rewarding because you know that whatever you contributed, somebody benefited other than a manager, ceo, or greedy shareholders. I also wish I would have stayed with my old girlfriend JV. I was young and dumb for breaking up with her. I had gold and let it slip through my fingers. F**k!!!
posted by O-FACE @ 1:02 AM
3 comments
3 Comments:
Perhaps affirming your notion that you're alone, you haven't gotten any comments on this post...I tried to comment last week, but blogspot was going through issues.
Not to be reeking of naivite, but you can still go back to class. Even though you're 30. I mean, it's kind of depressing, but the truth is that you're going to be working for at least 20 - 30 more years. There is plenty of time to switch to something you love.
When I was 15, looking to my young 20s, I thought I would be cool, drive a convertible, have an amazing boyfriend. Basically, be Barbie.
But instead, I'm more like Bridget Jones. Dorky, but I've learned to love it. My transportation? The Metro and my own two feet. And I'm most definitely single, but that's okay.
When I was 15, I had a lot to learn about myself and the world. Keep those 15 year old dreams, but don't think that you knew it all back then.
And you are totally not alone.
I agree with above. I am just thinking about going back to el school for Accoutning and looking into getting a CFE cert (certified fraud examiner) I am trying to make moves and I have lots against me, but they push I push back harder.
Keep it reala!
I am 32 and I am a pharmacist. It is not too late, I had people much older then you (and me) in my pharmacy school class. Stop feeling sorry for yourself. Self-pity and self-delusion are beating you down. Get Mad! Find your vision and then work hard and then work harder.
Plus, pharmacy school is 90% women so that can make for a rewarding 4 years in itself.
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