What is Love?

Oh baby, don't hurt me.

Don't hurt me no more...

Just kidding.

As I am on the final stretch of my latest all-nighter doing studio related stuff, I remember that I knew this would happen if I wanted to do architecture. I want to be an architect. Is it something that I love? Not really. But it's something that I can see myself doing and enjoying for the most part. Why architecture and not civil engineering? I don't know really. Growing up I have been saturated with all the science and math and I kind of just didn't want to keep dealing with that consistently as much. I am good at science and math and believe that it is much more useful and practical, but I couldn't picture myself doing that all the time. I love math and science, but I wouldn't enjoy it if that was all that I did. Funny how that works out.

People often tell me to pursue what I love and love what I do. I agree with this. Often times, people think this is synonymous with loving my hypothetical future job that I have--which I disagree with. I personally think that if a person takes things s/he truly loves and make it his/her job, s/he will eventually end up not loving it. It will begin to end up being somewhat of a routine--something that that person has to do as opposed to something that person wants to do.

This is why I would never want to be an aspiring musician or a professional photographer or an engineer or a scientist. I love photography; I love playing guitar; I love math and science. I would prefer to keep it that way because I am happiest when I am doing photography and/or music related things. Architecture just seemed to be the perfect balance between the logic and structure of engineering and the creativity outlet of designing while still keeping me from ending up hating photography or playing the guitar or doing countless calculations.

I apologize if you were expecting me to write about love and relationships and what not. Maybe I will save that for next time.