I have spent years waiting. Waiting to get into high school, waiting to turn 16 to drive, and now waiting to turn 18 and complete high school. My entire life I have been living in the future- waiting for something to come or to become a certain age or for something to happen. I have not been in the present. Everything I do is a component of this giant plan to be successful later in life. My “whale” is striving and hoping for the future instead of doing things now. This “giant plan” has made me disregard the fact that I need to live for today. My plan is to get straight A’s in my honors classes so I can get accepted to the best university. And once I am in college, I will keep getting those perfect grades so I can carry on to a great veterinary school. After that is over, I will get a job and
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I always go onto websites to make inquiries about what I could improve to get accepted into my dream college, but I am too busy researching all of it to actually act on these plans like getting involved in high school, for example, and now it is probably too late. A bunch of great opportunities come up, but I end up dismissing them for whatever reason and now realizing all of this, I regret it so much. Everyone else seems as if they are taking these opportunities and, frankly, I am a little jealous. Why did I not do that? Why did I not take those chances and live my life? But as Starbuck says, “To be enraged with a dumb brute that acted out of blind instinct is blasphemous” (Moby Dick). I cannot be mad at those people who took those chances and acted out of instinct. It would be wrong to be mad at them for grabbing the opportunities after I did not. I am mad at myself. I need to learn to live for today and that I should not worry about the future as much as I do; my worrying is getting to be slightly unhealthy. I should live while I am young and take pleasure in it and let everything else fall into place. It is
I always go onto websites to make inquiries about what I could improve to get accepted into my dream college, but I am too busy researching all of it to actually act on these plans like getting involved in high school, for example, and now it is probably too late. A bunch of great opportunities come up, but I end up dismissing them for whatever reason and now realizing all of this, I regret it so much. Everyone else seems as if they are taking these opportunities and, frankly, I am a little jealous. Why did I not do that? Why did I not take those chances and live my life? But as Starbuck says, “To be enraged with a dumb brute that acted out of blind instinct is blasphemous” (Moby Dick). I cannot be mad at those people who took those chances and acted out of instinct. It would be wrong to be mad at them for grabbing the opportunities after I did not. I am mad at myself. I need to learn to live for today and that I should not worry about the future as much as I do; my worrying is getting to be slightly unhealthy. I should live while I am young and take pleasure in it and let everything else fall into place. It is