Jashan Takhar Nonfiction Writing Blog

Self Control        Ideally, we all want to live as candidly as possible. Do the right thing, refrain from distractions, get an assignment done promptly, reach places on time. For some people, that's normal.       For me, obviously, that's not what  really  happens. What  really  happens is that I'm interrupted several times when I go about doing these things. By what, you may or may not ask? Myself. More specifically, a part of my brain. My brain overrides my actions with a new set of commands, which, at the given moment, seem more fun and more rewarding. For example, if I am about to read a book, I will instead, completely by accident, tell myself to surf the Internet. Also on accident, I happily oblige to this command. This idea carries over to my self control, or the lack thereof.       As much as I want to improve my self-control, my brain tells me that it's simply not worth it to be shackled to the importance of this area when it's so much easier to waste time

     What is the purpose of mail? As a child, mail held little value to me personally, as I knew that I could never sit down and get through whatever "dumb" paper came from the mailbox. These sentiments still hold, unfortunately. I would be asked to bring it sometimes, though, so that's all when I thought about it. When he asked me to tell him what the mail was about, I would clumsily tear open the envelope and read, "Blah blah blah, ok, can I throw it away now?" Mail was fascinating to me.       One day, my dad asked me to fetch the mail again. I rolled over to the mailbox on my scooter, already half-asleep opening it, expecting more "adult boring stuff". Instead, I was met by a brightly colored magazine with my favorite toy all over it: LEGOs. "Woahhhh," I said. I examined it closer. "LEGO Club" ran across the top of the cover. I immediately sprinted to my dad, who was a few feet away. Being highly athletic, I had to catch my brea