The infinite monkey theorem presents the theory that a monkey in front of a type-writer that smashes random keys, when given an infinite amount of time, will type out any given text such as the complete works of William Shakespeare. (Note that this proposed “monkey” is metaphorical and actually represents anything pressing random keys in a random combination ad infinitum).
Once again, I find myself keeping myself occupied throughout this summer break by focusing on any studies that I may find particularly interesting. Yet I find that this occupation seems to be the epitome of my frustration, and is probably the most depressing thing I can do over this ideally enjoyable summer break. Don’t get me wrong, by no means do I hate studying what I study. I find the human’s quest for knowledge interesting at every aspect, and this serves as a pilot light to the burning furnace that is my quest to know more (yeah, I don’t like the representation I just used either). However, I constantly remind myself why I am doing this. Why I am so motivated to study, why I consistently peak myself to perform musically at the highest level possible, and why I constantly push myself to understand the evolving video game industry. As sad as I am to admit this, it can only be because I’m not proud of what I’ve done (or rather, what I’ve failed to do) during my time in middle school.
I know of a Jackhammer and a Captain who once attempted to predict my future. Now I think very, very highly of these two, so I certainly wanted to hear what they thought would happen to that student who never gave in his homework, who thought nothing of the realm of mathematics, who would very much rather apply his mental capacity to a play through of Ghouls and Ghosts (Commodore Amiga, 1989) and the student who thought way too highly of himself for his own good. The first day through, I only asked the Jackhammer, and she, like many other of my classmates who attempt to simplify the enigma that is Etlevs Wolf, excused herself because she clearly had some thinking to do. About a day or two after, she said she consulted the matter with the clearly all knowing Captain, and they told me that they foresaw me having trouble deciding what to do, given the “clearly high amount of proficiencies that I have.”
And now, I would think that I like to prepare myself for that decision by trying to make it…well….sooner rather than later. I want to be someone who excels in mathematics, and although I do know a lot about the field from research, I’m not great with the functions of calculations (or I guess just math in general). I want to excel in the other sciences, but as much as I know already, there are just some things that I cant understand. I want to design/potentially program video games, but my proficiency in the field is limited to being able to spot imperfections in coding, mechanics, and etc.
And then there is music. I don’t want to sound overconfident or anything, but I know I’m good at what I do. I know that I have a lot to learn and that explains why my practice schedule led me to 21hours of practice and study every week. But then, I stopped. This wasn’t because I was lazy, it wasn’t because I ran out of ideas, but its because I wasn’t sure of what I was doing. Mastering countless grooves, listening to classical, jazz, blues, and pretty much every other genre of music to understand techniques and add them to my musical arsenal, and writing pieces that express everything I’ve worked for. But as I was practicing on the piano one day, I thought to myself, “do I really want this?” I love music more than almost everything, but I’ve always pushed to be better than everyone else. And now I can’t help but think if I need to do that, or if I want it to always be this big of a part in my life.
I’m at a point where I’m lost. I know I’m probably too young to be worrying about things like this at this magnitude, but I want to know what to do. I can’t aim to do everything anymore. I can’t continue to know how to play several instruments at an adv. intermediate level, strive to excel in mathematics as much as I want to, while being proficient in the study of the sciences. I don’t know if I can handle it, but its always the level that I’ve performed. I already know that not all of my classmates, friends, etc. will appreciate what I produce out of my work, and I’ve gotten past that. But even then, I still have to think of all of these things when I think of what I want to end up doing, and where I want to end up going.
How do I know if, like that figurative monkey, I’ll ever hit the right combination?
And so begins my actual vacation. I don’t think I’ll be studying too much while thinking about this, but I still have projects to finish. Beast Mode, engaged. Thank you, and good night 🙂
-Dr. Etlevs S. R. Wolf