Fulfillment

So my next-to-last post was about figuring out where I stand on things and where to find happiness, albeit a little garbled.
My next question is: how do I know what I want in a career? Do I want to make money to not be stressed or in debt that way, but stressed and a slave to my job? Or do I want to be poor and in debt and stressed over that but in love with my job?
Do I want to do something just because I'm good at it, even if it's not my favorite and I merely put up with it? (i.e. math, chemistry...) Or do I want to opt out for a "fluffy" major, like English or foreign languages, or philosophy, or music, because I am captivated by those subjects, because they really make me think or inspire feeling in me...?

Harumph.
I need to figure this out this summer. I'm going to be doing a lot of reading and meditating on this stuff. I need to. I will push aside rock climbing or dorm shopping or camping trips with friends if need be.
Maybe.

If I have to resort to that.

Probably not.
However, I plan on using this blog to chronicle my discoveries, thoughts, intuitive truths, and postulates made from those truths. Don't fall asleep on me now.

In the meantime here are some butterflies:

"An intellectual is someone whose mind watches itself. I like this, because I am happy to be both halves, the watcher and the watched. "Can they be brought together?" This is a practical question. We must get down to it. 'I despise intelligence' really means: 'I cannot bear my doubts.'"~ Albert Camus