Inane rantings.

Life is full of idealistic views; and realistic views.

Childhood is consumed by idealism, shielded we are from the real. We are taught things such as “It isn’t the end that matters, its the journey to that end.”

High School, through both a growth in maturity and beaurocracy, exposes one to the realistic side of things. Innocence is lost that way. This is where we realise that the journey really never mattered, at least according to many, but rather it was the end. It didn’t matter that you studied for a test for 10 hours straight… what mattered was your mark. It didn’t matter that someone could boost their marks %40 by simply using a Powerpoint presentation, regardless of content. I took much advantage of this, revelling in its hypocracy.

What I realise now is that… though the journey never mattered to them, it matters to me. Going into this third year of university, I will no longer aim for the marks. No. I aim for the life in between these exams. Live it up!

I will live up to this. I won’t allow myself to have a forgettable existence like I’ve led the last 2 years…