Procrastination

Procrastination is something that everyone has done at one point in their life. It eats away at your soul for every second you are aware of it, but until you finish, a weight is on your chest and crushes you to death. The reason you do it is unknown to you and repeatedly baffles you, yet, you are unable to control yourself. When you look back on it, you laugh and pretend it was in the past, but tomorrow, it will happen again. 

At this very moment in time, I am procrastinating as if my life depended on it. Nothing is on my mind other than doing my work, but for some strange reason, I am unable to start on any of it. Being the prophet I am, I am predicting that I will be unable to do any of my work until sunday, the day before school will undoubtedly come back into session. To a certain extent, this problem is habitual and uncontrollable, but anything can be controlled and put to bay. For this reason, slow but surely, this habit can and will be reduced to nothing. 

Through my years of perfecting this art, it has dawned on me that whining about procrastinating is a very common thing. Whining about such a thing is somewhat of a paradox in itself and in addition to this, I am fully aware of this, which makes myself even more pitiful. This is an uncommon problem in which awareness is useless. Without taking direct action, the cure for procrastination can never be found for myself and I believe that this may take many long and grueling years. For the time being, I will continue to procrastinate and whine about procrastinating. I am a dime in a dozen among students, and am not ashamed to be so. 

Thinking About the Unanswerable

As far back as I can remember, I recall thinking about life and the meaning of it all. Throughout my entire youth, I wasted countless hours pondering about living and what comes after death. It took many years of refuting my own ideas, but at the ripe age of 12, I came to the realization that as a human, I will never have the answers to the reasons of my existence or proof to my existence in any shape or form. 

Today, many of my friends try to gain a grasp on the meaning of life, but fail to do so with any conviction. This is due to the lack of evidence for any theories on the subject, and the requirement of faith in order to have any sort of conviction. For this reason, I sometimes wish that I had never thought about any of this. It is much simpler and easier to live life when you know that there is a reason to do so. Somewhat recently, however, I overcame this folly in my semi-realistic thinking by having little doubt in my own existence. 

Pessimism is a good quality to have, unless it is the only quality you have. 

Fin.