Art School made me a Narcissist

I want to know who invented the calendar. Who decided that life should become an oversized quadrilateral and that a grid should represent our everyday life. We begin to think of each day as a tiny square with a giant number and an australian holiday. And the busier days are scribbled on with blue ink and highlighters. We suck the life out of each day until it becomes completely about what we MUST do and not what we COULD do. Each day is a gift. An opportunity. ANYTHING could happen. We never put the good stuff on our calendars because the best things are usually unexpected. And when we do plan for something special and it never happens, that tiny square is a constant reminder of what could have been. From the time you get up till the time you go to bed you have about 16 hours to accomplish anything. To change someone’s life. To make somebody’s day. To discover something fascinating. Stop thinking about that square and everything you must do and instead see everyday as a new opportunity. Because if life is only what is written on my calendar then I’m going back to bed.