Giving up seems to be everyone's favourite hobby these days. Accepting responsibility is a lost art it would seem. No-one is willing to go that extra mile to get what they want, and they sit and they whine that they can't have it. Why is that? Why is it human nature to want what we can't be bothered to earn? What is it that makes us shy from effort and hard-work when those two things are the very essence of happiness. What is the point in life if we don't do anything with it? What is anything worth if we don't achieve it? What makes something special, if we don't have to work for it, if we get it handed to us on a silver platter?
I believe this is the secret to happiness, responsibility, aims, achieving those aims. If every day, we stop, do nothing, go no-where, then surely, every day is easy, what makes the easy days so worthwhile? Nothing. The work makes the play more fun, and the work gives you a sense of satisfaction.

I think there is one question I have yet to answer though, the most important question of all.

When the fuck did, I, Procrastinator Extrodinaire, get so bloody motivated?