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My Thesis is Finished

Things That Really Matter
Although They Are Not Defined
For All Eternity,
Even When They Come Very Late
Still Come At The Right Time

Martin Heidegger


  1. congratulations! good for you (= i, on the other hand, chose not to proceed with my thesis writing anymore. i just hope i won't regret this decision in the future...

  2. nice quotes! but whatsoever happened to the insights that go with them? (=

  3. Dear Yvaugh. I know I'm stalling. And you'd be stalling too.

    But there is a time of writing, and a time for living. Reflection, if it does come, always comes late. The point is to live--to experience. These days are days of experiencing.

    I wish I could tell you what I'm going through. "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times" (_Tale of Two Cities?_). But of myself I speak nothing. I am beside the point.

    Do not regret your postponing your thesis. It comes when it comes, when you're ready. And you will know when it is the right time to write or to not write at all.

    chin up.



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  5. thank you very much for those inspiring words, as always. i really appreciate them from the depths of my heart (=

    actually, i'm not postponing my thesis writing. i just won't be pursuing it anymore. as i'm writing this, attaining a master's degree is not that important to me anymore. it used to be my childhood dream though, but a chain of hapless events happened and made me realize some things. call it realignment of priorities. if i were to still pursue higher studies in the future, philosophy will definitely be one of my choices. i owe that to you and all the other sages i met in my life (;

    "it was the best of times; it was the worst of times." - first line from charles dickens' "a tale of two cities." (=

  6. Janell Spencer6/27/2013

    A really nice word to put for a thesis defense, Yvaugh! For some grad student, thesis can be a hurdle for them. But, for some student, thesis writing is the challenge for them starting from the thesis statement to the conclusion of the paper. Anyway, how did your paper go? I hope you can publish it online for us to read it.


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