School demands good grades, money, and endless hours in a classroom listening to lectures that could be better spent simply reading the textbook (maybe Oedipus had the right eye-dea).
Work demands as much time as possible (read: more is always better) and increasing quality under mildly constraining deadlines.
Family demands time spent and doing well in school.
I demand research to prepare for personal projects to inflate my already unwieldy pride (say it ain't so, or so I'd like to believe).
And God demands everything. Not that He'll smite me if I push Him aside. On the contrary, He actually allows it (free will: the double-edged sword), though I take advantage of Him every day. Why don't I learn? Constant betrayal (I'm the perpetrator) hurts, burns. God, pull me close.
Or is this all self-inflicted?