And I'm sure some of you feel the same.
It isn't something that just 'happens'.
You do it on purpose, to avoid something you don't want to do.
And we've all got those things we abhor.
Mine would be schoolwork.
All of it, all the time.
And that is bad.
(B-A-D, spelling felt needed)
I hate math equations, bio diagrams,
But most of all
I hate essays.
As soon as you're done with one,
Along comes another.
In the words of a fellow student, a simile:
"It's like I'm Mrs. Duggar and these essays are my children."
True story, folks.
Question on education for you to ponder:
Do we learn too much?
Do we whittle away at the hours cramming our heads with silly things
That we may or may not need to know?
Do we become institutionalized?
Have you ever used that word, "Institutionalized"
And had someone look at you sarcastically because you sound like a hipster?
Regardless of the looks, I think that's what becomes of us all, us students,
We fall into a rut.
Sleep. School. Homework. Sleep.
Repeat Monday-Friday.
And the weekend cycle is familiar:
Sleep (a lot). Gripe about your excessive amounts of homework. Proceed in procrastination. Do work. Sleep.
And when school drives our lives,
(It's really cracked up to be as important as breathing, I swear to you.)
What else have we got to live for?
Not much, so far as one can see.
And we become little robots.
We do our work and turn it in.
And even when the work isn't graded (or even looked at, actually)
We proceed to do it anyway.
We've been institutionalized.
And there's nothing to break the monotony.
Everyday.
All the time.
School.
And then,
College.
And then,
Work.
And from there out it's
Retirement.
Or so it seems from my little sixteen year-old perspective.
I could be wrong.
(Probably am.)
But it seems so standardized,
So clinical, almost.
In the broad generalization that I'm referring to.
It never ends.
It's vicious cycle after vicious cycle.
It'd be great if we could all just drift and meander as we pleased,
Doing what made us happy.
Filled us each with content.
But we don't,
And honestly, why don't we?
I think we're all afraid of failure.
We've been taught from the time we could comprehend that you grow up and get a job and make money,
And that's how life goes.
And if we step off of that well-beaten trail, people begin to see you differently.
Almost negatively.
And yet it's the ones who defy this quo and embrace failure that seem to be happiest and most fulfilled.
It's the folks who invent 50 ways not to do something before they succeed,
It's the ones who go nomadic and see the world,
That really make the difference.
In a sense, you have to break the mold and flail and tumble and claw through life to get where you want to be.
You've got to get off the highway,
Skip out on your dead-end job,
Your suburban home,
And get on with your life.
Live for the passion and fiery desire that we've all got buried somewhere inside us.
It's there, we just have to look harder.
We're blinded by economics and money and conformity.
So blind that we just let society be our guide.
And society isn't doing such a great job at it.
In school you don't learn to find your passion and pursue it and grasp life and run with it.
We're instructed in the ways of the masses,
Institutionalized in the worst of ways.
If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away.
That one there's from Thoreau.
Really, to reiterate,
Live your life as you see fit.
Conformity doesn't always mean happiness.
It can mean confusion and boredom and lack of enjoyment.
Don't die having not lived.
Find your passion, live it and devote yourself to it, it'll probably make you happier than anything else.
And so I finish my preachy-sermon on life philosophy.
Somedays I've got more to say than others.
-
So I said earlier in the week that I simply didn't want to think of him and I quite hated him and such.
It has passed and I no longer look upon him disdainfully, but of course, the feeling of hopeless liking is here.
And I wrote "Write about Love" in a haste of strong emotion
(I think writing in such strong emotion can be beautiful or tragic, really, you never know what you'll get)
And I look back and it is all true.
I always have to check myself and make sure I didn't say anything outright stupid or false.
And so none of that was falsified.
All true, even when written at the height of some emotion ranging from desperation/teenage stupidity to downright love.
I talked to him yesterday, and there are these days where it really seems like he isn't so distant from me, and yesterday was like that.
I like those days.
-Sappy teenage chick stuff officially ends-
In closing,
Have a rad rest of your Wednesday.
(Read: Wed-Nes-Day)
think on where your life is going.
Are you ok with that?
Sorry if I bore you all,
I can't really control that so well.
Adieu!
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