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Life is a journey, and we all share in the search for meaning. As we grow into adulthood, we become more conscious of the challenges we face. Uncertainty is one such challenge, a challenge I have found to grow in magnitude (and perhaps out of proportion) as my life comes to a head.

Two years ago I entered the diversity visa program for the right to work in the United States. Fresh out of university, I thoroughly believed in the concept of passion as an all consuming force – and I was passionate about video games. The US was the place for video game development in the English-speaking world, therefore it was a no-brainer to enter, and besides, winning it wasn’t a real possibility. Shortly after entering, I left home to pursue my first job in the industry in Australia, leaving behind a network of family and friends who inspired me with a real sense of wellbeing. Relying instead on my new workplace to provide me the same esteem, it was no surprise I walked away disappointed and my belief in "passion" damaged.

Within the week I arrived back home, I received a letter from the Kentucky Consulate, congratulating me on my success in winning the lottery, and with a promise of more details to come. After a bit of research and a taste of anticipation, I soon forget about it and continued on with school. Fast forward to present day, here I stand at complete awe of the past month. In it, my father has burdened himself with $47 thousand dollars of debt taken out against the house, in order to ensure my placement and security. My Dad, the man who has spent his life hovering on the poverty line, the man who has only ever looked out for others at the cost of his own wellbeing, has taken out a mortgage for a program I’m not even sure I want to be a part of. I have ignored the impact of this completely selfless gesture just as I have ignored the questions of my path ahead.

My sense of uncertainty has never felt stronger, where the questions about who I am, what I want, and why I’m here are not as easily silenced with my usual live-and-let-live ethos. Is the risk of going to America worth it, when I don’t even know where I want to move to? Does the industry I was once was enamoured by still hold something in store for me? Is it worth it leaving a very loving circle of people that provide me a sense of belonging, to move to a place where I will not be able to call upon others? If an opportunity does exist, does it exist in the same way I envisage, or is happiness and balance going to be difficult (or impossible) to find?

I guess the crux of this all is – "Why am I doing this?"


Has anyone else have experience of this in their journey? What are your thoughts, what should I do?

Behold - Wing! I fucking love Wing. Having just come back from her concert on campus (and only managing to stay for half, boo!) all I can say that this woman is a pure good. She epitomises all that is grand and consistently delivered a heartwarming and passionate performance.

Having gained popularity across the Tasman with appearances on programs such as Sports Cafe and Rove Live, she only recently rose to international fame with her star role on South Park, where creators Matt Stone and Trey Parker described her as "a really sweet joke, or a really sweet not joke". And that she is; super sweet and cute.

( LJ KKKUT )

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