excuse my late night incoherence but

I absolutely abhor sounding cliche.

But I think that I've just had one of the biggest revelations of my life. So perhaps, just this once, you will allow me to share my utterly cliched story.

I don't know why I care so much about these trivial aspects of life: grades, tests, materialistic gratifications, etc. The list is unerring and endless, which is quite sad.

I only have 2 years left in high school. Actually, not even 2. These are the last years that I will spend with my loving parents, who have cared for me with so much love for 16 years. And I'm thanking them by stressing myself out and isolating myself?

I don't understand the world sometimes. We live in such defined macrocosms, all striving towards one goal that might not even be right for us. I've never even been to Brown University, yet I'm convinced that it's the right place for me, that I will be happy to refer to is as a home for four years of my life. For perhaps the four most fruitful years of my life. 

There are things we hold with the utmost regard-the recent chemistry test, SAT scores, tournament results.

But if we were to really think, to actually use our brains for something other than mindless studying and memorization, perhaps we would be able to understand that there is more. 

There is more to life than this. 

And it's up to us to find it. 

-grass