Trapped

The complications of a single clinging emotion; the fear of Death; the abstractness of a world that seems but cannot be. We spend a lifetime breaking things down, making life simple, only to create a complicated little mess of muddled feelings, of lingering thoughts. Of dissatisfaction; of the complete opposite of simple. For simplicity is what this world lacks. What we call 'mundane' is in fact a complicated cluster of abstractness called life. We seem to be in love with the complexities put forward to us. We claim to try to simplify life, but we simply fail. Miserably. So we exist, with no peace of mind, with thoughts and feelings and emotions that weigh us down to this worldly world. And then, we are trapped. Deprived of any trace of freedom that might have once existed within us.

Ten things you are expected to do on reaching 12th grade

1) Gain a brain capacity the size of Jupiter.

2) Magically regain all of the previous years' knowledge, in spite of just scraping through eleventh grade.

3) Make detailed colour-coded timetables with a study plan of 25 hours a day.

4) Complete all your assignments and keep your notebooks up to date.(How?)

5) Draw margins for every notebook and suddenly make your handwriting super neat.(I don't own a ruler...)

6) Not have fun. (But...)

7) Give your phone back to your parents. (*piercing death-like scream*)

8) Set (good) examples for your juniors. (Pah.)

9) Gain impeccable organisations skills and make sure time management is second nature to you.

10) STUDY. (Oh no.)