Outlook

How we see life affects the way we live it. Some are content with a commute to the dead-end office job and back just to earn the infrequent holiday. Some, although increasingly less and less in the UK, gain their satisfaction from farming a yield suitable to sustain only their family.

If you don't come into either of these categories, here is a possible reason why not:

am·bi·tion (Noun)

/æmˈbɪʃən/ Show Spelled[am-bish-uhn]

an earnest desire for some type of achievement or distinction, as power, honor, fame, or wealth, and the willingness to strive for its attainment:

Ambition is one of a few traits that I feel is essential to being a human being. Without it life would have no meaning. And meaning is vital to happiness. But where do we go from there?

It can't just be - Fine, well done, you have ambition. What's for dinner?

That just does not cut the mustard.

Elaboration is needed. So we've got that ambition = meaning.

But surely it's ambition + fulfilment of said ambition = meaning.

No?

Where do we draw the line then?

In having ambition and with the help of Hollywood, we set ourselves up for big goals, which end up in disappointment in the event that we don't succeed. With most ambitions, this is quite often. But this must be better than no ambition.

I find it happens mostly when listening to music. But people may experience it through other means. I find that music opens up that part of your mind that 'thinks' further than your immediate surroundings. But, like film and other media, these thoughts could just be a means of escape, that only the very fortunate or lucky achieve. As the definition said, ambition is directly related to acheivement. Serious ambition must result in equally serious achievement for the ambition to be satisfied.

The next question is, do we live for it? Is what we actually live for, to achieve? Or is that just a bonus to life?

These things just make me wonder, that's all...

Three days, two essays

This is the part where I am supposed to say: "Don't leave your work till the last minute."

Yeah, not happening.

First off, leaving work to the last minute is an essential part of a man's routine, as important as being able to tie a tie, or putting your washing just next to the basket for shits and gigs. It goes without question. Does it earn the title laddish? No. It's just that normal.

Laddish would be not doing the work and fucking your teacher for the grade instead. But that's a story for another time. Note: this does not count if your teacher has a cock

So, if you find yourself in the position I am currently in, where you have now one more day to give in two essays, with neither of them finished, there are a few steps that must be undertaken. Oh, and this doesnt mean an hour per essay. Im talking an acceptable A/B boundary standard.

Firstly, if you're in this position, give yourself a pat on the back. You are, without a doubt, a man. However, its not all great. You have a minimum amount of time to do a maximum amount of work. Just because you have a few days left, does not mean you can only do a few hours and say "screw it, im out of time." That is not an option. You've done the manly thing to leave it this late, now you have to sort it out like a man -> Get to it.

Secondly, be prepared to sacrifice all social hours, gaming hours, football hours and extra sleep if-i'm-unconscious-I-have-no-choice-but-to-not-do-the-work hours. Those days are over, until the deadline. If after the deadline passes and you still experience this sacrifice, seek medical help.

Thirdly, if it hasn't already been made clear, you need to spend the remaining time until the deadline doing the work. Yes, it sucks. But it's only temporary and it will be worth it. This means that you have to be absorbed by your desk, your laptop, your books, your red bulls, your energy tablets, whatever. I personally reckon that the energy shit is a joke but hey, do what you need to do to get those hours in. Either way, become one with the piece of work. Once fully absorbed, you will notice time fly, the quality of the essay much improve, and a feeling of great satisfaction. If this feeling could be combined with sex and COD, then you've conquered the world.

So get off your arse in and in your seat. Write that title, and do this thang. Until then, you as you know yourself, must cease to exist, while robot-self takes over.

But remember: if you start to enjoy it, you're no longer a man. You are in fact, a poooosaaaay

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