Was today really necessary?

With that thought in mind let’s move forward shall we?

Analyzing the degree of necessity of “today”

So there u are sitting in the room, looking out the window, a lovely breeze is blowing, rustling the leaves, making nature dance to its tunes. While you sit inside listening to some moron droning on about the importance of business communication. You don’t even know if you are going to be a marketing manager or a rock climber for cryin’ out loud! Though that would be a sight, climbing halfway up a craggy cliff and your supervisor sends you a memo that u r too slow. (lol)

You think to urself “what the hell am i doing here?” so u sit in the back row, switch on ur laptop and try to pen ur thoughts. But as u move forward u realize u r a lousy writer, but compared to listening to the key objectives of writing a report you feel that writing crap is much better. And of course there is the thrill that any minute u might get caught for “playing” on u r laptop while a presentation is going on ( Ah, how u live ur life on the edge!) Of course words don’t come easily to you and you sit and think about the futility of the whole thing. You are stuck here (in class i.e.) nowhere to go, boredom and frustration pushing you to be a wannabe writer ( oh the humiliation!) when you could have just as well stayed at home read a book that actually interests you or watch a movie that makes you wonder and smile at the creativity of it or could have just as well gone and explored that rock climbing thing. For somebody who believes that life is too short to waste or the she will make her own destiny you sure seem to be sitting on ur butt doing nothing quite a bit.

Sitting like an unsipped glass of wine on the table, losing the flavour, going nowhere, your ego still seems to be at its highest telling u that u r ur own person, u will make ur own future, life is gonna be just as u want it to be. You have of course believed this so far without a second thought, but now u situp in ur uncomfortable lumpy chair to wonder at this....