I'll never grow up

I started reading The Little Prince, again.
It's one of those stories that never seems to get old.
I really should be doing my homework and writing papers due next week... but sometimes I just can't keep grinding out the work. There comes a point each term where I'm not really taking things in anymore. I'm just doing things because they need to be done. It's just the way we do things, sometimes. I hate to admit it, but it's the truth.
Each year the pressure seems to build a little more, and it seems as if more is expected of me and the work I do...and then the work load becomes ever heavier and harder. And then I can't seem to keep tabs on my social life. And then I forget to live because I do the grown up thing, so eloquently pointed out by the little prince, and so unfortunately repeated by me: I focus on the statistics rather than the things that truly matter. The numbers become more important than the things and people they represent. The classes become a scramble for the 4.0... and the work becomes a mindless aim to target exactly what it is that my professors want to see. Reading a novel for essay points is something I never thought I would do...and never realized I was doing (until now).
So tonight, I am taking the night off. Yes, I mean it--I am not doing my homework. Instead I am listening to music I love and reading The Little Prince, who is reminding me that companions and sheep are everything. Success will come when I'm reading the novel for meaning rather than for an essay.
I want to grow up and enjoy my life as it goes on, but not the way I have been lately. I want to relish in my mistakes rather than compartmentalize them. I would rather feel pain and disappointment than the apathy I've let creep in. I don't want to wake up and realize that I don't see and feel things the way I did as a kid.
Summer camp will keep me young all summer long, but I've got to learn to keep it all year round.

Obwohl ich verbrochen wurde, versammle ich mich wieder.

Nacht, Leute.