:My Blog.

At one point in my life I tried to plan out what I was going to do for the rest of my life, and how I would manage doing it. I once believed in a carefully planned approach to everything. Before I did something I went over how I was going to do it. OK, when I go to the movies, I’m going to get my ticket, purchase my popcorn and bottle of Auafina water, then walk directly to the movie and take my seat. Right before the movie ends, I will call my dad to tell him to pick me up, so he has time to get there and I wont be sitting in the cold for too long. Then I will go home and do my homework. All I did was plan. There was nothing that came up unexpectedly that I did not foresee happening. The reason why I did all of this was because I am not at all a genius. I cannot walk into a classroom, take a test that I didn’t know about, and pass it. I absolutely hate CSAP because of the fact that you cant study for it. The only way I achieve what I do is by hard work. That is it. I can guaranty that I take twice as long working on my math homework, and reading my social studies text as my friends in GT. Something tells me in my mind that I cant just blow by this to get it done. I must take time so I can understand it, and master the theory. But since I worked so hard to understand all of this, and plan my life out, I was completely blinded as to why I am living. “I want to become an accountant when I grow up”, I said to myself. This way I wouldn’t have to worry about being low on money, and I would able to be rich. I spoke with such foolishness and ignorance in those days. I only have one life. Thats it. No second chances at living. NO EXCEPTIONS. Why the heck would I even think about wasting my life as an accountant? Why would I even think about wasting my time going over numbers, tax policies, and documents? What drove me to believe that I should become an accountant? I know that that decision was made by the fear of what the real world is like on people who aren’t fortunate financially. I have seen my parents discussing bills, and budgeting Christmas presents and groceries. I didn’t want to be in that situation where I had to budget myself carefully so I could pay my rent. Now I see that life is too short to waste it on accounting. It is way too short to have your focus on money. I want a life. Not a fake life that I would have if I followed my fruitless quest for the most boring and the most well payed job I could find. If all I did was spend time like some people waiting for an opportunity to get out of their stupid jobs, then I would be a nobody. But to find a profession that I would love to go to every day, and I could make a difference in; then I would become a person. Men go to their extremes just to make money. They lie, steal, gamble, cheat, and all they get out of their troubles is money. What drives us as humans to those ridicules extremes that eat away our youth? Is it the search for happiness? Because I can tell you that being rich will not replenish your empty canteen of joy, and love. Man has a lot to work on if he thinks that money leads to a better life. If your main goal is to retain as much of that stupid green stuff in your bank account as possible, then you will have to make sacrifices to get there. What if those include blowing off your friends to go to an unimportant meeting that was going to get you a couple grand? Would friends be worth losing if financial matters were to come about? I can say that I want to be happy. I dont want the common goal of man to become mine. I cannot foresee my life, and what happens to me us up to fate. All I can see is that I will not be persuaded into the temptations that take the form of money. Life is what you make it.