This was kind of just a calm rant. I might be doing more of these since I enjoyed writing it a lot. I was going to call it Later, but I thought that since I might write more in this style, I should have a universal title for them. Anyways, here’s Later.

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You know, there comes a point in life when things stop being fun. Now, I’m not saying this in a depressing sort of way, I just mean that at a certain point, everything needs to have a purpose. You can’t be wasting your time playing soccer if it won’t go on your college applications, and any and all passion for the arts is pushed to the side unless your target school will credit them. Because at that point, on the fateful day that we start to notice these things, our tunnel vision emerges. Everything we do, everything we think, everything we say, it’s all for one goal. Anything that’s just “fun” is cut out and seen as a colossal waste of time. We can’t simply enjoy ourselves, because, as we’ve all heard, there’ll be time for that later. Well I have a question….Yes, it’s important. How much later? Because honestly? I think that later keeps getting later and later until we’re on our deathbeds and we’re wondering when we did our living. It seems as though our now consists of planning for later, and our laters never come.