Time is a social construct. #SOC

The funny thing about the state of my mind, and the state of life in general I think, is that I can’t always predict it. Some days I might wake up and, no matter how lovely the weather is or what exciting things I have planned, I just cannot convince myself to get out of bed. The world is a horrid, hopeless, miserable place of which I want no part.

I have had fewer and fewer of those days lately, but I didn’t really notice the difference until this morning. I woke up smiling. The world is a calm and forgiving place; no one much minds if I oversleep, so I needn’t feel guilty about it. Delicious sunshine is pouring through my window, and delicious blueberry pancakes are being formulated in my mind.

This world we live in, it’s full of surprises. I had a lovely chat with Kvothe this afternoon - does anyone have a purple turban, by the way? – and delivered a heartfelt letter to a friend who has just withdrawn from college. So many people are doing this nowadays; striking out on a new path, defining their own priorities. My previous roommate left college some time ago to work on her family farm and open her own private piano studio. I admire, so very greatly, the passion that she has. Still, I know how difficult it can be to make such a decision and when I look at the situation of my friend now, I see strength. The strength to look honestly at the world, to cast aside the lies both internal and external, the strength to say no.

I am all for higher education – especially for making it an affordable, accessible option for all - but the reality of our system is skewed. We’ve trumpeted college as the path to success, and I believe that is a lie. It’s hard, it’s messy, and there are so many other worthwhile things one could do with their time – not to mention their money! College is not the answer; it is one massive, nebulous question.

I’ve gone off on a complete tangent now, of course, but the sentiment remains: life is inherently good, yet here we all are messing it up in some silly attempt to procure norms and guarantees, to make one size fit all when there is so much more to be had. You have to ask yourself, what is really important? Some day, when all else fails and you’re struggling to define your calling in life, it will hit you: blueberry pancakes. I rest my case.

Now go enjoy what's left of this beautiful day, and the extra hour that has been granted you.