Had Indian buffet with my friend Alex over the weekend.  Out of the hundreds of people I've met in Toronto, he is one of a handful that are truly motivated about life.  I get the impression that the vast majority of people are what I call drifting opportunists.  These are people that are intelligent, generally want to succeed, and already finished or are in the middle of some kind of undergrad degree.

However, for some odd reason, they give off an air of dissatisfaction and despair.  They aren't excited about life anymore, and in a sense are waiting for someone to rescue them or for sheer luck to fall out of a tree and smack them in the head.  You know the type.

I'm a believer that life is simple - you figure out what you want, and you get it (or genuinely try, fail, and move on).  You figure out what you don't want, and you get rid of it.  Yet, so many people are stuck with a job they hate, and shattered dreams.  Or more commonly, they're stuck with a job that is "just OK" and no dreams at all.

What's the point of this rant?  Well, the point is that it's nasty to be one of these people.  If you're one of them you should slap yourself upside the head until you wake up.  Goodness knows, nobody will fix your life for you unless you're on top of things.  Take this from an intern just finishing a rotation in a Mental Health hospital - if you keep on like this you will go crazy, bitter, or both.  Seriously, people kill themselves over being a drifting opportunist for too long.

Rant over.