Demasiado

This post is short because I have little time to write due to AP prep, projects, homework, and other class work.
And this is the point of the blog.
Demasiado.
Trabajo.
Too, too much work.
"Youth is wasted on the young" Or so they say. It is meant to mean, I believe, that the young don't know what they have until it is taken away. They live childhood as if it is immortal, and everlasting. They do not take it for what it is worth. But give an adult youth and they would know what to do with it, they would not waste it.
Maybe this is true, but my argument for today is perhaps that we as youths do not waste our youth by simple choice, but because we are forced to.
Right now, the weather is wonderful. I would rather be outside lying in the grass, dreaming of lazy days, and frolicking in the flowers. Instead I have to be in school, studying, loosing sleep, isolating myself in piles of paper wasted on prepping for tests that may determine my future, but loose me my present.
Maybe this is how we loose our youth.
Not by careless choice, but by force.

There is so much more I could say, but the overbearing work of my present calls.
See you around...
youth.