My Success Makes Up for All of My Mistakes

So I haven't updated in a while. My bad. I won't make any excuses. No I wasn't really busy this week, no I didn't get caught up at work and my laptop wasn't broken so just deal with it. I'm really just dealing with extreme laziness.

My sink is full of dishes, I haven't cleaned my room in over a week, the trash is over flowing and I have three books to read by Tuesday, but I just don't care right now. I'm lacking motivation and initiative.

I've been completely disheartened by the future, and I suppose I'm hoping my sloth will make the clock tick slower. I look ahead whether it's to break, next quarter or after graduation, and I can't help but think it's all a waste of time.

I party my way through the weekend and study my way through the week, but for what? Once I get this degree, no one is going to care that I've been on the dean's list, that I have a 3.4 GPA or that I aced my history midterm.

I've always been an advocate of "knowledge for the sake of knowledge," but anymore I just don't know. I'm happy I know things and that I can sit down with my less educated counterparts and realize that, but is it really going to get me anywhere? What does it matter that I know the history of almost every major war in recent history if no one cares? Or that I know according to the Associated Press, you should spell advisor with an "er" not an "or" even though no one spells it that way except journalists.

The thing is, I don't know, and I really don't think anyone does.
I heard someone slightly famous say this today: "My success makes up for all of my mistakes." I thought it was inspiring at first; then I was depressed. What if I'm not successful enough to make up for all of my mistakes?