It's Time to Soar.

When I was driving home from class today, my mind was cluttered with thoughts, of which one stood out more than the rest.

I can't meander in the sea of mediocrity any longer.

For far too long I've been far too comfortable with being average. I tell myself: "Well, it's alright! I'm still young, there's plenty of time in the future to be good at what I want to be good at."

But that's not really true. I've already entered the third decade of my life and within five years I'm likely to be in the working force. (If I'm not... Gosh what have I been doing!?!?) I want to be of significance, of worth to the society and to achieve that, there are plenty of things I need to work on.

It's been so long since I felt cocksure about my abilities, since I've been truly confident at what I can achieve or do, since I felt totally in control of a situation. Do I really just want to be a bystander as my peers achieve greatness after greatness? I want to achieve my share of success too!

It's time to buck up, Q. Are you willing to just stay as an Average Joe for the rest of your life? No. So get your foot on the pedal and start moving forward.

Contempt. Detest. Despise.

I haven't felt more irritable all year.

First experience. Might as well be last.

Enjoyable? Maybe if I'm drunk and completely intoxicated.

The world seems to love this place, but I tell you what. Perhaps I scorn the world. I scorn their opinions. I hate the conformity. I hate how people just waste their lives away here. To what end? To what purpose? I see none. Why? I don't understand. Is it that fun? I see no enjoyment.

The dreary smell of smoke and alcohol. To many it seems like ecstasy: refrained from troubles, refuge from the vitriol of life, a paradise. They feel at peace in the midst of chaos.

Hands flying, arms flailing, limbs are going places it shouldn't in daylight and facades otherwise forbidden are at full force. But is it really a facade? Or are their daily lives the true facade?

Drink, rave, grind and get crazy.

If that's their honest opinion of fun, I have no problem with it. Society demands we respect the people's fundamental rights to decide how they wish to lead their lives and I'm not about to tip over the line.

I couldn't care less about how you view mine.