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Okay... I am going to try and write a sort of meaningful and deep entry...

So, have you ever been laying outside in the grass in the sun? Without any shoes on and enjoying the sensation of a well deserved popsicle as it melts in your mouth? Well maybe you haven't, but in that case I really couldn't care less and feel free to stop reading if you are completely uninterested. Anywho..

We will start off with my confusing thoughts about life which will eventually and no doubt lead into my even more and maybe even a little awkward thoughts about time.. sounds interesting, does it not? And again, if it doesn't to you, you should seriously stop reading. Okay....

Life. The usual questions are, Why am I here? What am I meant to do with my life? What is life? And so on and so forth...... You know what? I totally suck at intros! I was trying to come up with a good one, but evidentally I am not compatable to do so. I will just get right into it then and stop trying to decorate this entry with my failing attempts at trying to make my thoughts sound interesting. Now...

As I was laying outside, determined to catch every popsicle drip in my mouth, I started thinking about how great every summer has been. But, it seems like our lives are planned out for us even before we come into the world. I mean really. We are born, have five years or so of absolute freedom that we can't even remember, then comes the sickly pattern of school. You start school, takes up three out of four seasons in a year, five days a week, weekends free, and then during summer you have no school. And then that pattern continues for twelve years! Twelve years already of your life has been decided for you, filled with work and the constant lessons of growing up your parents and teachers try vigorously to cram in your head.
People say the best years of your life are when you are a child. I understand how they are great, but how can one be so completely carefree and happy when the idea that the only way to do well in the rest of your life is to work! So by diminishing the best years of every person's life, they have a slightly better chance of leading a better lifestyle in their future. Sometimes I feel robbed of my childhood happyness. Although, I am most probably more fortunate than other's my age, but just the idea of my life following this pattern that every other person must follow makes me feel trapped in a... I don't know, but I am trapped in something.
So this pattern, repeated millions of times over, is still being repeated. But wait, there's more! Then comes college! The pressure of getting into a good college is immense. And any college will take up another I guess three to five years of your life on average! It's amazing how people just talk about it like nothing. "Oh, I go to school for twelve years, then I go to college for four years, then if I want to continue my degree that will be another three years or so, then another couple more years for this... " It drives me crazy! It sounds like people are just writing off years of their life for the sake of education! As wonderful as education is, if you really enjoy it, good for you, even I enjoy it at times. But the idea of people simply calling some of the greatest years of their lives, and just labeling "school" is just maddening. Like there's nothing else important in life, just school and work.
Life doesn't seem to be so random as it used to be, it almost seems routine. I myself will probably take the same path that has been used over and over again by so many others.
So, why am I here? Cause my parents felt like having another kid. What am I meant to do with my life? Get a good education, get a job, raise a family. (Unless you are cool and decide to devote you're life to curing cancer or whatnot) What is life? Normally I would just use the comical answer of 42, but there must be a more detailed version of life. In my own scattered and probably meaningless words, I would have to say that life is when something is created and then after a while dies. I would say born and dies, but not everything that is alive necessarily is born. If something can live for a while, whether it thinks on its own or not, and dies, it must mean it had a life of its own and its very own exsistance and importance to the world, a soul.
So now comes time. Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, decades. Already, you can probably determine what most of your years of you life will be spent on. When you're young, and still believe that you are the coolest kid in the world with your silver training weels and shiney ribbons flowing off your bike, time seems to be not moving. Well, or at least incedibly slow. Patience in a child? Not usually. Why? Because a child has only lived as long as a couple years. In the big pictue to them, a couple of minutes could be easily picked out as the best moments of their life. They don't have the best years of their life. Just minutes or maybe days. So to them, they have all the time in the world to stop and smell the roses because merely a moment seems like an eternity. Older age brings more years, and those years smear together in this giant blurry mess. At my age, I can say this year or that was the best year of my life. For my parents or grandparents, they would say their twenties or thirties were the best years of their lives. Minutes don't seem to be that long, days eventually feel shorter, and soon follow weeks. Then years feel like they are flying past you. Time begins feeling shorter because it all just gets put with the rest of time that has already been lived, it gets harder to pick out in a crowd.

So those are my thoughts on life and time. I did my best to write them out, but as whoever reads this obese rant will probably understand, it is sometimes very difficult to get your thoughts into words. There was a lot more about each topic I thought about, but I really don't think anyone would want to read into any more of these subjects.

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