Life is far too interesting to do homework the night before. Or rather, I guess I want more challenge in already challenging abstract algebra homework? Do I try to keep things interesting by keeping my life moving? Am I really afraid of failing expectations, or am I afraid that things are starting to be routine? The fascination with anything but the present exists because the past was different, the future will be different or at least I plan on making it. We really do live our lives trapped in loops and I want to change that for myself. Maybe for a few others. But life is far too interesting to try moving boulders when I could be moving a million tiny little rocks instead.

We're on this huge hill, all tumbling down. Who is to say that falling down is bad if that's the way gravity wants to pull us? Our collective thoughts are dull, uniform, stale. We need something great to motivate us, which is to say that each and every one of you needs to go out there and do something with your lives. Happiness is an ideal, yes, but what of academic enjoyment? What of exploring that other side of you that no one likes to see? So much is unexplored because of lack of vision or lack of a desire to go there. This is a thrill ride, not a soma-induced mindfuck. You may not be on the same train I'm on, but I hope you'll like where it's heading. Do you even know where it's heading? I won't wait up for stragglers, but I will go back for them.

Life is an adventure, but not in the cliched sense. If I were wiser, I'd write this whole thing less cryptically. Instead, you'll just have to see for yourself if this nutcase of a writer (me) is onto anything.

(By the way, the post works better while listening to MGMT's "Kids" so, uh, reread it in the proper melodic context if you weren't already. :P)