There’s a great quote written by Dr. Seuss in his book “Oh the Places You’ll Go!”, “You can get so confused that you'll start in to race down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,headed, I fear, toward a most useless place: The Waiting Place...”, in which people idle, doing nothing but waiting for events to occur in vain.
Up until a couple of years ago I was, in essence, one of the unfortunate people stuck in the “waiting place”. I didn’t feel like doing anything productive more than what I had to do. I would spend hours scrolling down a Facebook feed after school because I was just too indolent to actually get up and actually be productive, instead choosing to just breeze through the boring parts of the day and not finding anything to do. I did pretty well in school, but procrastinated on everything, and didn’t take part in anything unnecessary. To be honest, I kind of hated myself for not being more enthusiastic about living, so I looked into …show more content…
My family was given an approximation of how much more time he had in this world. We gathered around my grandfather’s hospital bed, and while he slept, I reflected about listening to him talk about how he would like to spend his last few months, and about how he talked about regretting not spending time doing the things he loved. I thought, “If I knew I only had a certain amount of time left, how would I spend it?” I realized that I only did have a certain amount of time left, and that the way I was spending that limited time was basically wasting my life. That was the depressing yet revealing truth, and it was the slap in the face I needed. I told myself that I needed to stop being useless, and understood that I had given up on trying to be useful. My grandfather inadvertently put me back on