Student blues.

Living the life of a student can be barely called living at all. You work hard and tarry over facts and fictional thoughts of your predecessors, killing every chance of creating something new, something original and traced to you. But then again, the languages of the world are already created. Every sentence, no matter how well-thought, is a mere collection of words that are heard of. Even scientists today that “discover” carcasses that are centuries old are only finding things of the past. The creature inside it has already lived and passed on. We live our lives everyday oblivious to the fact that we are indirectly controlled by the past.