School starts in about three weeks for me, it’s my senior year of high school. As I spend the final few months with my older friends until they all depart, I am constantly being overwhelmed by swarms of bloodsucking insects. These insects that I continuously swat end up briefly leaving or dying off, but they always end up duplicating, finding their way back inside my head.
Growing up, my parents and other adult figures have mandated me to pursue a college degree, something that I have always perceived indifferent about. I don’t fucking know where I’m supposed to go, and I don’t believe God has “predestined my journey.” It’s not about where life takes you, it’s actually about where you take life. One wrong move (or SAT question) has the capability of modifying my future, entirely. As my final days of adolescence decay, so will my freedom. The things which truly make me happy will be consumed by the blight of inevitable, fictitious responsibility. Materialism will suffocate me as the material items I purchase will end up owning me. We’re all slowly dying, and we’re too obsessed with living up to each other’s expectations.
"Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment." -Buddah
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