<p>As competition and college admissions weighed down on my mind, I found myself thinking about why I strive so hard for things. Why, for instance, do I take so many AP courses? Why am I fretting over SAT scores? Y'know, the general teenage angst, been there, done that, seen it a million times.</p>
<p>But unlike my friends, I came to a very different, very disheartening conclusion.</p>
<p>I walked through my school's hall of inspiration the other day. On the walls are posted plaques, posters, and other hangings of the great thinkers and doers. Staring at the venerable pantheon of the greatest, I realized something - these people were a few of billions. Tens of billions.</p>
<p>And I got to thinking, "What about everyone else? What about Joe Schmoe over there? Heck, what about the valedictorian of my year? Will history remember them, put them up on those pedestals when they take the inevitable dirt nap?"</p>
<p>My AP bubble friends said that they asked themselves the same questions, and found inspiration to try their hardest. So why is it that when I thought about it, I thought of how useless such a thing is?</p>
<p>You're probably thinking I'm being angsty and depressed, huh? Sorry - I take to angst like a worm to the desert. Well, read on.</p>
<p>They found their inspirations, their enlightenment; so did I. I decided on something right then and there - a change in priorities. What does it matter, how history looks upon me when I die, so long as I fare well in the now? Why think so far ahead, when it could be that I die the next day, or the next hour, or the next minute? No, I'm going to do a balancing act - balance my work with my fun to get the maximum yield of contentment and material gain in the right mix for me. Why am I perpetually staying up until the night of tomorrow to work, when I'd much rather be doing something interesting and fun? What's the payoff - a school's name? An over hundred thousand dollar salary? That's not what joy is, at least not to me.</p>
<p>Hum. I'm vaguely wondering why I wrote this insipid dreck, but I guess it's...something. I think. :p</p>
<p>Well, anyone going to lob tomatos at me for being angsty and annoying?:D</p>