It’s currently 3:37am and I can’t think of a better time to share my journey. Of course, this post will not receive notoriety unless I succeed, but I do think it is important to document my experiences as raw experiences and not memories~
I’m currently a college student majoring in computer science and strategic communications — a secondary vocation.
A year ago I had an idea. A few months ago, I started to bring this idea to fruition with a small group of astounding colleagues. Very quickly this idea consumed my life, my entire sense of purpose.
“The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why.” -Mark Twain
Upon reaching this apotheosis I came to terms with two overarching epiphanies:
1. My purpose in life is to create differently
2. College, as a construct, hinders greater purpose
The latter, I have toiled with the notion of being a dropout. The concept of “dropping out” to pursue an idea truly fascinates me.
A fickle stigma with both positive and negative connotations and denotations.
Previously a frowned upon label given to a quitter, dropping out recently acquired new resilience in the 21st century — the impatient opportunist. The passing decade marked an era that romanticized risk, a modern day version of the American Dream.
Yet today we seem to have receded back into the caustic mindset that it is frivolous for young visionaries to take an unorthodox approach to accomplish their dreams. Instead, those who take the crucial first steps of individuality are ostracized for wanting to be the next Steve Jobs or Mark Zuckerberg.
Thus, I find myself at a crossroad.
Dropping out isn’t for the fainthearted. Yet it isn’t for the calculated mastermind either. It’s a hybrid of naiveté and awe — the only true way of bringing original ideas into our world.