Salutations!

Bonsoir!

My my, hasn't it been a while since last I wrote?
Indeed it has, I agree!
Why is that? I hear you ask. Well, I'll tell you.

Ooooh, do tell!
Well, it all started when university finished and I entered the real world. It was an uncomfortable sensation, like your entire body having a really big poo.
Isn't that horrible? I thought it was.

I had a few weeks respite before I started to panic about what to do for the rest of my life. (Never ever try to imagine what you're going to be doing when your forty, when you're only twenty one at the time of pondering.)

So, I was feeling rather worried and sorry for myself. I had to move house and uproot the life I'd built for myself, before even thinking of doing anything else. I found that unpleasent and, it must be said, rather upsetting, too.

The daft thing is, most people, if not everyone,experience this at some point in their lives. It just so happens that I'm being a little bit of a fuss-pot and decided to write about it here, where everyone (who can be bothered to look) can see.

Ahem! (If you could kindly note)
The title of this blog is "Philosophical rants and nonsense Whinings", so I'm doing exactly what it says on the tin.

Aha! I have you foxed!
I'm not going to dwell overly long on the nonsense whinings part, I'm going to try and inject a little philosophy here, so here goes!

Here's the product of overthinking a situation!
Well, I set to thinking, as I often do (not something that's overly marvellous, most people think, obviously, but I'm going to splurge my thoughts out onto the world wide web to make people look at them. Cheeky bugger, I am.)

Firstly, I thought that my life would be an awfully boring one if I had a rigid and unyielding plan for my future. I have vague aspirations for what I want to achieve in my life, a rather liquid set of goals and benchmarks I hope to reach. One of my lecturers once told me:

"My partner thinks that you don't know what to do with your life until you're forty."

Obviously, I can't comment on this yet, but I can tell you that I'm concerntrating on small, temporal projects, as opposed to lifelong goals, which may change. (Small in the scheme of things, such as a year or two ahead, not meaning that I get up in the morning, scratch my arse and wonder what to do.)

I hope this next bit makes sense, or I really shall look like a Silly Billy!
If you think about it, a person develops so much throughout their life, that you can have a completely different outlook from one year to the next. I think that life and people are very dynamic entities and although I do not suggest that they are fluid and unstable on a consant basis, they are far from definite and set in stone.

With this in mind, then, you could almost say that this blogger now will not be the same blogger in a few years time. Physically I will have changed and perhaps mentally, too. My core will remain, that part of me which is intrinsically myself, otherwise I would be little more than a vital hitch-hiker. What changes, is what my "core" wishes to achieve, the relationship between it and the physical, tangible world.

(Get on with it!)
My point is this; we all change throughout our lives in various ways and for various resons. The important thing is to not over-burden yourself with futile attempts at shaping an unknowable future. Yes, plan, have dreams and goals, but do not force your life to conform to projects, force your projects to conform with your life.

Ouch! I fell off my soap-box!
Well, the hole in that particular theory is that, if it's true, I may disagree with myself in a few years time! Oh dear, isn't that an embarassing conundrum!
Thank you for reading.
I'll try to be more reliabe with the frequency of my posts from now on. TTFN.