A Letter

Dear John the Person,
It has come to my attention that you have thoroughly enjoyed the month of June as a pleasant vacation from the droning hours of school work. I am glad to see this. Certainly vacationing to the mountains, playing and writing music, taking beautiful pictures, and writing inspiring poetry is a good way to relax one's mind. However, the whole month of June has passed. How quickly it has flown by indeed! And with the entire month of July to use, I reckon that you could find something to do during that month also. Especially considering that you, a borderline, unmotivated Academic Magnet student, have hours and piles of work to do. Has it not occured to you that annotating two (and possible three) books may take some time? You shouldn't worry about time; you have plenty of that. You should worry about using your time. I know that you are aware that your morals of time use are quite arbitrary and inconsistent. The problem is that you take this half-truth and use it to sustain itself, using it as an excuse for why you don't do your work. Furthermore, I must point out that if you want to have any sort of significant inspiration in your life, books are the way to go. How you despised books. Were they boring? Surely not. Just the idea of facing 300 pages of paper for hours and hours seemed absolutely ridiculous to you. Of course, how could people waste their time so? But now, here you are, wasting your time looking at comedy sketches online. Surely a simple pleasure in life, but not one that actually has any long-term contribution. From this point on, you must challenge yourself to keep a truly open mind to books, as open as you have been to all various types of philosophy and the like. You just need something to get you interested in learning. You want to change your life, so you must now. Oh, I can just hear the reluctant complaints running through your head, polluting the air with such foulness that makes the idea seem absurd. What a paradox this is. You can't change until you feel confident that you can, and you can't feel confident until you do. John, I just want to point out that you must be aware of such a paradox with that maze of a mind of yours. How difficult a maze it is! Oh, the subject of motivation arbitrarily strikes it, seeping its way into it during times of deep inspiration, while most of the time it is ignored as a distraction, but of course, all else must be a distraction. So after you have used up your time looking around at pointless amusements, I really must insist that you spend some time doing some work. For you have longed to become some sort of landscape designer, haven't you? You can see yourself sitting on top of a stone arch in a beautiful ranging garden of wondrous works, priding yourself on your accomplishments. Well deserved pride that would be. But you must remember that simple pleasures are a distraction from the meaninful existence that you can possibly contribute to the world. The future John that sits upon that stone arch of accomplishment could surely tell you how he spent days and days loitering in the pit of laziness, watching the world go by, and how he really learned the hard way to motivate himself. Perhaps somewhere between the pen and the paper, the finger and the keyboard, you could find that passionate inspiration and let it sweep you away...
Cordially, John the Person