Sometimes life gets moving so quickly that all we can do is hang on for the ride. I know I, at least, am shocked that we're halfway through May. I barely remember getting through April, and therefore feel like it should still be March. I didn't get behind in my life, but my schedule was rhythmic enough that I didn't notice time passing. All I could do was focus on the day to day. Did I need a lunch today? Did I have anything after school? Was I planning on hanging out with friends? Could I go home? When was that library book due? Have I read that book yet? Did I do my homework? Every day all of this ran through my head. And suddenly, now that my Finals are done and I don't have to go to school for a while, I don't know what to do with myself. Sure, there are plenty of things I could do. I could read. I could write. I could edit. I could watch my favorite movies, or go for a walk, or bake cookies. But these are things that only keep me entertained for a little while. Life is funny, isn't it? Here we all are, a bunch of strange creatures breathing and moving around on this one little rock in a universe where we and the other things that exist on this rock are probably the only living things in the entire universe, and to pass the time, because we don't know what else to do with ourselves, we (usually, there are some exceptions, like thieves and criminals) work to better our communities and continue existing on this planet. We will never meet every single person, we probably won't even talk to everyone in our neighborhood. Yet we search for life on other planets in order to be able to "broaden our understanding of the universe" when in reality, if there is other life out there, we have no reason to think we'd be able to understand them when we can't even understand what our pets are saying when they bark or meow at us. And we call this life and follow the social order, because, at least in America, the main reason we'd want to live life is to not have to work hard in order to live life. We go to school in order to get a good job in order to make a lot of money so that eventually we can retire and cruise out the rest of our life. We work hard so we can stop working, but when we finally get to stop working, we don't know what to do with ourselves. Humans were made to work. At least, I was made to work. As much as I love relaxing and resting and "doing nothing," or instead of doing what other people wanted me to do, doing what I wanted to do, I lose a sense of who I am and what I'm here on this planet for. Because I was made to do something, strategically put together so that when I don't have a schedule or a goal, I get aimless and can easily sit on the couch all day and watch tv. Boredom exists because we are not made to do nothing. Take this as a pep talk for the next time you finish your work and don't have anything else that needs to be done or don't want to do any of the things that need to be done. Read it, and remind yourself that work is good. Having purpose is good. And while sitting on the couch all day sounds like it could be very fun and relaxing, it is the breeding ground of boredom and opens a gateway to all sorts of attributes we do not want. So get up and do something.