"And today was a day just like any other."
Everyday is the same. Nothing changing, nothing stirring.
I feel my life is being wasted.
I wake up and do the same thing I did the day before. I wake up at 6:00. I get out of bed and get dressed in the same clothes I wore yesterday. Khaki pants. White polo shirt, neatly tucked in. A belt. White socks. Black converse shoes. It's all the same.
"I wake up to find it's another four aspirin morning, and I dive in. I put on the same clothes I wore yesterday."
I go to school. 1st period, 2nd period, 3rd, 4th, 5th. The day progresses in the same order it does everyday. Ceramics, Physics, Spanish, AP History, Calculus, English, Music Chronicles. I go to my locker at the same times I did the day before, I talk to the same people I always do. I eat the same lunch at the same table with the same people.
I go home and I do my homework. I eat dinner. I do more homework. I take a shower. I do more homework. I sleep. I wake up and do it all over again.
I pray I make it through the week. I do. I jump for joy at the weekend. But the weekend flies by and I start all over again. Days, weeks, months pass without me noticing.
It all seems so simple. Doing the same thing day in and day out can't be hard. Can it?
It's hard. It's all too hard.
I'm tired. I'm exhausted. I need energy. I'm running out of energy.
I can't do another day of this.
"I need caffeine in my blood stream, I take caffeine in the blood stream."
I have become a zombie. A walking, talking, breathing zombie. I don't know how to be anything else.
"My life has become a boring pop song and everyone's singing along."
We're all zombies. We all move through life at the same beat, everyone just trying to be something. We're all going somewhere different, but we're taking the same road to get there.
Everyone around me does the same. We all get up, we all wear the same uniform, we all go to the same classes every day. We all go home and do homework. We all hang out with our friends or go to work and do whatever it is we do in our free time. But we're all the same.
This life is all too boring, predictable. I already know how the day will go before I even wake up.
I can't live another day like this. But how can I change it? What can I do to break the schedule?
There's nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
I have to go to school. I have to do my homework. If I want to be something in life, I have to.
But I need to liven up my life, I need to be free. Free from schedules, and orderliness, and perfection. Free from it all.
Free.
I'm ready.
I'm ready to break away and make something of myself. I'm ready to rise above the crowd and stop doing, saying, thinking, being the same as everyone else. I'm ready to get out of this zombie like state that I've let control my life.
"I'm ready so don't stop, Keep pushing I'm ready to fall, oh, I'm ready."
So I say to myself, stop wasting life. Life isn't meant to be wasted. I only have one. I must cherish it, make it meaningful and worthwhile.
I'm ready to be more. More than just a girl who drags her feet through life doing the same thing as everybody else, every single day. I wanna dance through life and sing as loud as my lungs will let me. I wanna become more than I am.
And I'm ready.
Author's Note: The lyrics spread throughout this article are from the song "I'm Ready" by Jack's Mannequin. It pretty much inspired this article.
