Monthly Archives: May 2011

Crossroads in NYC

I’m writing this sitting in a Starbucks in the Financial District of New York City, a place I previously perceived as being too enormous, dirty, and unmanageable. That perception is slowly changing; with every visit to NYC I’m reminded by the liveliness of the city and the thousands of daily unfamiliar faces that shuffle and push by en route to another bustling district of the city. This place really never sleeps and it’s sort of incredible.

People here span a wide spectrum of looks, personality, and ambitions – dissimilar to DC where there are a handful of boxes most people fall into. In DC you’re either a lawyer, consultant, staffer on the hill, or some sort of idealist in an NGO. Not to say these categories are bad, they’re just limited. Not to mention the cost of living within the District is somewhat comparable to living outside of Manhattan. DC is actually very small, and when you visit an actual city, you’re reminded of how small it really is. Sometimes it’s nice to get lost in the city, sometimes it’s also nice to see other people as confused as you are.

Career-wise I’m at a crossroads. I have literally three options, one of which will truly be entertained in the near future.

1) Move out to NYC on a career-shift and join in the banking industry – private equity or i-banking. This city is full of young, sleepless, and overworked young professionals that live for the moments out of their offices only to blast what they’ve earned partying to make-up for time lost in pen-ink, Excel, and paperwork. I don’t think i’d fit this lifestyle well, I’d hate working to make the rich-richer, and I’m not too excited by the opportunity of doubling my working hours; however, the goal at this point in life is to get that cash and experience and get into a good grad school.

2) Move out to the Bay Area and jump into the startup game. I feel as though my personality would match this option the best, a little bit more laid-back, quite exciting, and taking on the job responsibilities of multiple positions rather than working heads-down in one role. Start-ups are about business acumen, creativity, networking, and smarts; this seems like the environment I’d love to immerse myself in; for the first time, I’d be truly dedicated to work. SF is quite a distance from DC, but ideally I’ll be there on a visit soon to refine this vision a bit more.

3) Start studying for the GMAT as instensively as possible for the next 3-4 months and take it, hoping for a good score, shooting for a good school. MBA is the #1 way to switch your industry, and seeing as I would hate to stay in IT for the rest of my life, this seems like a sure-fire way to boost that salary and make some bigger moves into new places.

The more I’m reminded I’m 25 and the clock is ticking, the more motivation I build to establish myself and reach out for those dreams, but youth is slipping through the cracks and it’s a bit scary.

On those we meet

Humans are built as puzzle pieces so tiny that there are 100s of other pieces we may find ourselves to truly connect with; of those we find through life to connect with, in a previous life, before being breathed into the framework of the universe and earth, there was a life where souls freely roamed beneath the throne, and in this life is where we initially met those who we have or will establish true relationships with in our lifetimes. The idea of “many” and the idea of “one” is only as different as the angle you look at it from.


Working 8-5 at work.

Resting 6-7.

Working 7-10 + weekends on web applications.


I’m pretty sure I wasn’t cut out for corporate work, and I was never the best academic; I’m hoping once one of these web apps gets implemented and launched, I can start ripping those dreams out the sky and putting them in the palm of my hand.


I plan to be somewhat rich, somewhat well known, and truly self-accomplished by the time I hit 30.  Putting in that work, starting 5 months ago.  Watch for 2 new web-apps to come by Q4 2011!

On Self

The moon tacked brightly into the cushion of the night sky, an ivory hole burning through the duration of the late evening.  Bright stars recursively retraced the night sky; the deep silence pressed against the face of the earth, and the fields of wheat stood straight to reflect the suspension of all things.  He sat nested deep in the field, the only conscious life deep within a sea of grain; separating verisimilitude from the constant stream of empirical perception.  He found the distance between the busyness of the daytime and the lethargic creep at which the night drew forth exposed room for self-discovery because planted in these moments was a true desire for reflection and self-imposed solitude.  He thought about the need for the presence of true and good company and similarly reflected on the need for self-imposed solitude for the development of opinion, character, aspiration, and awareness of all things.  He reflected on the need for self-development as a catalyst for development of the other spheres of existence.  True friends exist within the count of the fingers of the single hand and family should receive the benefits of his charity before others.  Humility has become the most scarce yet desirable trait and is one which is a gateway to true happiness as it attenuates the need for superficial things.  Loyalty is the foundation of all living things, without it the existence of anything would cease to exist.  Establishing vision and direction are vital for time passes hastily and without segmenting our thoughts categorically we may miss out on opportunities of the past.

As he rose from the sea of wheat to follow the stars back home, he reflected on the simple fact that if things have not drawn to a blissful close, then the ending is far from near.  He began to trace his footsteps back home.

On Expectations

The sun hung low cushioned on the curvature of the horizon, the clouds lazily scattered across the sky. The fibers of dark blues and purples threaded the sky as the tone of the earth began to cool. The long day had reached its close and the short night inched near. A breeze gently pressed down on the endless fields of wheat as it barreled forth, and the wheat sway quietly back and forth to accomodate. Before he was to leave the field and begin his way home, he turned to see her observing the grains of wheat in her hands. He reflected on each days’ passage in the field and of their conversations, and through this reflection he realized as each day repeats itself, each day gambles with the certainty of fate and whether the next will bear close ties with the last. He asked her, “What of unfulfilled expectations?” She mentioned to him the rule of three, the point at which one’s initiative, surroundings , and the miracles of fate converge to effloresce one’s restless expectation into a manifested dream. Though we cannot come to expect these as the normal course of things, these are the unfulfilled moments we slave for; or forever live in faded memories of dreams unfulfilled.