The choices we make in life make us lose sight of the fact that we have a choice in the first place.

If I was to be bold and claim to speak for all of us when I say things have been busy lately, would I be right?

Employment, education, empathy, emulation; where there was once no social interaction grows a mysterious and unfamiliar phenomena: what ED and several others, including myself, would tactlessly label a 'life'.

Once intrigued with the idea, I admit that, not much unlike a spoiled brat, I've grown dissatisfied with my recent schedule and how my calendar has been filled to the block with obligations rather than options. Although I have no desire to return to the daily boredom that was my previous un-life, I do miss the freedom once offered by it. Sleeping-in is now a foreign ideal, for even when I do have the rare day to myself, I wake at random points in the morning, compulsively checking my PDA and cell phone to make absolutely sure there was nothing I had that I happened to forget.

I took this telltale anxiety as a sign of becoming an adult.

Yet, only now do I acknowledge that this--all of this--isn't my schedule’s fault. How typical of me as a human being, blaming my problems on something that is in my control in the first place. It is not beyond my power to change whatever I want to do in my life however I choose. I can choose to be more efficient with my time management. I can choose to write now and study later. I can choose to blow off a friend's party just so I can wake up at 2:30 in the afternoon, spend the entire evening in my pyjamas and claim the day as mine.

I have no time.

I have all the time in the world.

And I honestly couldn't be happier.