Being a software engineer means that it’s a constant struggle between depression and complacence. At the peak of either extremes, there is also the need for periodic introspection. Hands-on people, as are typical of engineers, tend to be negligent of more nurturing and routine things in life. These things are not as rewarding or exciting, but can make a difference in shaping us as human beings, how we perceive ourselves, how we want to chart the course of life, and our influence on people all around. One excuse we often give ourselves is that there is no time. Indeed, as a working class member, I have to take kids to school, do all the usual chores, as well as stay in office from 9 to 5, in addition to 1.5 hours on the road. But if we do not spend some quality time daily to nurture our soul, we run into the risk of leading a completely meaningless life, devoid of substance and purpose, and not only is this leading to a sad terminal state, but may also interfere traumatically as we drag our bodies towards that end state.
As we age, the amount of competitive pressure around us naturally rises. Also on the rise is the sense that our experience has enabled us to stay ahead of the game indefinitely. Even in my early 30s, I can feel that I am gravitating towards the same mental trap that millions ahead of me have experienced, the notion that a superpower, in the form of automated intelligence at my fingertip, has dawned upon me that makes me invincible for life. Quite the contrary, this infatuation with and over-romanticizing of superpower is the death knell of the biological and sympathetic side of a person. The ease with which the said superpower is acquired should be caution enough against over-reliance on it. Unfortunately people often find the easy ways in life and follow their so-called passion without considering the context. The obvious thing to do is not always the right thing to do. The context is also very important. During the medieval age, a scribe is a very respectable job that has the status of a professor in today’s day and age, while nowadays a typist cannot even make a living, because virtually everyone is capable of that kind of skill. What truly distinguishes a person is some unique skill rarely seen in the mass. Unfortunately, the sheer multiplicative quantity of human beings has rendered such redeeming anomalies less and less likely over time, especially under the wave of globalization. So we often dial back to a second order competitive advantage, fostering a good habit by being persistent about it. This is a necessity, but alone does not lead to the age-old pursuit of life-long happiness. After all humans are conditioned to appreciate change (hopefully in the positive direction) in fortune, rather than an eternal possession thereof.
Habit that takes the form of robotic and thoughtless actions tends to degrade us as humans and contribute little to our characters. It merely enslaves our mind and numbs our sense of righteousness and ability to articulate. Habit that involves creative, presentational, and perhaps even mildly confrontational episodes tends to provide more utility as we chart through the difficult course of inter-personal relational quagmire at work, at home, and in the society at large. A scientifically trivial act of diary writing, for instance, juggles our mind in a spontaneous direction, with the collision of diction and emotion freeing us from the confine of algorithmic precision, a constraint imposed by our silicon nemesis to accelerate the process of intellectual polarization and squeeze the last breath out of an osmotic soul. Thus human life must be variegated, unanticipated, serendipitous, and original. To follow any predestined path is to defy the will of the Creator, which leads to misery by definition.