Pyatiletku za dva goda
As some of my dear friends start to question my adequacy judging by several previous entries I thought that it might be a good idea to write something "good".
One point: I've never felt more adequate, right and maybe best than I feel these days. Rediscovering myself.
Yesterday I had a call from my scientific supervisor who told that the name of the thesis had been settled and he hadn't had enough power or influence to change or at least to alter the outcome.
I'll explain. During the master's course I wanted to translate 1/3 of a bulky source (ancient courtman's diary) and to describe some factors of his political success during his rise to power. I wanted to translate the source during the first year and to write the paper during the second year. And then I wanted to work on a PhD thesis concerning general problems of power and dominance and approaches to these topics. The supervisor thought that reasonable, supported the idea and provided me with some materials. But decision-makers in the faculty thought otherwise.
So.
I'll have to deal with approaches and general problems now. The easy part is that I don't have to take Western or Russian specialists' opinions, only Japanese (which is, actually, nonsense, so I'll have to write at least ten pages on foreign approaches), and the other part is that I'll have to complete this paper in two years. Just to squeeze five years in two, and not one-third of the source, but everything, as I assume.
When I heard this I even wasn't surprised. I felt the time spinning and laughed. If I could squeeze four years of bachelor studies into two and graduate with honors, making five years two doesn't sound like something unreal.
Sounds like something I can do. It may be difficult but, as I'll never get tired of saying, let it happen with ease! Like a dance.
Feels like time is again spinning.
And if I manage, maybe, just maybe, my karmic bond with the supervisor will be cleared.
And I'll be free.
If I still love oriental studies, I'll continue, because I feel that I can do much in that sphere. But if not, I'll still be all right.
I discovered that not-expecting anything from the Universe feels more and more right to me with every passing day. I trust my way and during these two weeks I am awed to discover how incredibly generous the Universe can be to me.
So, I'll be all right.
Humbly and gratefully I'll accept everything that comes.
Sat. Nam.
One point: I've never felt more adequate, right and maybe best than I feel these days. Rediscovering myself.
Yesterday I had a call from my scientific supervisor who told that the name of the thesis had been settled and he hadn't had enough power or influence to change or at least to alter the outcome.
I'll explain. During the master's course I wanted to translate 1/3 of a bulky source (ancient courtman's diary) and to describe some factors of his political success during his rise to power. I wanted to translate the source during the first year and to write the paper during the second year. And then I wanted to work on a PhD thesis concerning general problems of power and dominance and approaches to these topics. The supervisor thought that reasonable, supported the idea and provided me with some materials. But decision-makers in the faculty thought otherwise.
So.
I'll have to deal with approaches and general problems now. The easy part is that I don't have to take Western or Russian specialists' opinions, only Japanese (which is, actually, nonsense, so I'll have to write at least ten pages on foreign approaches), and the other part is that I'll have to complete this paper in two years. Just to squeeze five years in two, and not one-third of the source, but everything, as I assume.
When I heard this I even wasn't surprised. I felt the time spinning and laughed. If I could squeeze four years of bachelor studies into two and graduate with honors, making five years two doesn't sound like something unreal.
Sounds like something I can do. It may be difficult but, as I'll never get tired of saying, let it happen with ease! Like a dance.
Feels like time is again spinning.
And if I manage, maybe, just maybe, my karmic bond with the supervisor will be cleared.
And I'll be free.
If I still love oriental studies, I'll continue, because I feel that I can do much in that sphere. But if not, I'll still be all right.
I discovered that not-expecting anything from the Universe feels more and more right to me with every passing day. I trust my way and during these two weeks I am awed to discover how incredibly generous the Universe can be to me.
So, I'll be all right.
Humbly and gratefully I'll accept everything that comes.
Sat. Nam.