I wonder
why I have not started bucking up.
Everyday I see classmate after classmate, friend after friend, the proximity of their noses to the Table of Academics growing closer and closer.
And yet here I am, playing like a fool, blissfully ignorent of the pit I stand to fall into if I don't turn my eyes away from the fun and play and instead to the table - piled on with papers and notes and textbooks, lines of seemingly intelligent words and numbers that barely manage to float into my head.
And what for? A future. A career. A higher rung on the endless ladder of societal position. A stand. A name for myself. A position. A burden.
A bore.
I suppose it all boils down to what you really want out of this life. Years and years, built on a painstaking education. Its a routine. A cycle. A part of life.
What if I said all I wanted was to live a calm, carefree life high in the mountains watching sheep and living off the land?
What if I said all I wanted was a loved one who would take me by the hand and sit with me on my rocking chair till I'm old?
What if I said all I wanted was to see the world, to conquer the mysteries of science and creation, nature, life, people?
What if I said all I wanted was to lie on a prairie on a cloudless night, hands held tight,watching the stars dance over the blanket of sky and the moon gaze gracefully upon them. Forever.
So? You would still need to study for a job. Get a job for money. OT and faint over your desk and get wrinkles and 1 inch spectacles. All, before you even think of fufilling any of those fantasies.
Its a complicated world.
Thank goodness for a simple God.
