Making Life Worth It

As my pen scribbles across the ruled pages of my worn-out notebook, readying my unfocused mind for the inevitable exams, a thought makes way into that great cesspool of thoughts. I ask myself, 'What the hell are you doing, man?'

Perplexed, I question that nagging sensation. 'What do you mean? Isn't it obvious?'

'If you think you're studying, think again, young girl. Are you actually learning? Or are you just trying to gobble up as much marks you can get and remove what you learn right out from your body?'

I put down the pen and sigh. Not those rants about the education system, yet again. 'I know, okay? It's kind of a habit right now, attending school for the exams.'

'Well, don't focus on marks, then. It's okay to study for the exams to some extent. A general knowledge of the subject is essential. But what do you really love? Something you never get bored doing?'

The answer immediately comes to my mind, as clear as water. 'Writing delights me. And solving puzzles, too.' These interests were skimmed from the top of my mind.

'I think you should do that more, lately. Otherwise, what's the use? Just foresee the future, a bit. You study, give the exam, get your marks etc, etc. Isn't it high time you focus on something you want? Along with other things?'

'But why?'

'Your talents define and shape your life. Don't waste your childhood just like that, spending your time doing something you can't even explain. Make it more real!'

'To make it all worthwhile?'

'To make it all worthwhile.'