Instantly.

Recently, I got this thing called Spotify. It's basically like a better version of Grooveshark, for those of you unfamiliar with it. I can stream whatever song I want to listen to, almost instantly.

I also have Netflix which lets me watch most things I want to, whenever I want to.

(I might have just paused writing for about 20 minutes to watch That '70s Show.)

I also have a smartphone that lets me do both of those things, and pretty much whatever else I want to do. I can't remember something, and instead of wondering, I look it up. There's no need to ponder any question. I can know the answer.

But I want to ponder that. Is there value in wondering about things? I'm not worried about our generation having less patience. I'm not worried about us learning how to find information more than we learn information. I'm worried we're going to lose our imagination.

When you don't know something, your mind is free to create it's own answer. When you can know anything, your mind doesn't need to.

Before the plunge.

Have you ever been to a lake or quarry to jump off the rocks into the water?

It can be one of the most exhilarating things. You're fifteen feet above the water. Maybe you've done it before, or maybe it's your first time. It might take a little bit of convincing yourself, or maybe you're able to just ignore your inclination to not hurl yourself off high places for a split-second. Either way, you take a few steps, and leap into the air.

Taking a day off.

Last Tuesday was wonderful. Why is that? I slept til 11. Then I did nothing much the entire day. Sure, I went out for lunch with my dad, and visited my mom in the hospital, but I didn't do anything draining.

I think I miss that a lot of times. I generally like doing stuff, and so I will. I'll fill my entire week with things until I finally get so worn out I realize I haven't had a day off in ages.

During the school year, it's a little more apparent and easier to manage since weekends are always the weekend. It forces you to relax at least a little. But, this summer, a weekend might mean I spend 20 hours of it working, and I miss my chance to have a day to myself.

So, that's why last week I skipped writing a blog post.