Twenty Five

Mum asked me today what I hoped to do with my Graduate Diploma in English Literature. I said I didn’t have a tangible output or outcome in mind, that I’m just studying English for the love of it.

I hate that neoliberalism has reduced our lives to ins and outs. Why can’t we just do things for the reason that they feed our soul, and not for a direct output? I mean, in general, I’m fine with the fact that my studying English is “aimless” (in that I’m not changing careers/ wanting to become an English teacher/ getting into the book industry) but every now and then, when I’m having one of my existential crises, I do wonder if I’m just squandering my very privileged life.