I was recently flipping back through the April 2012 issue of GQ, when I came across an editorial — authored by Claire Hoffman — featuring Drake, and a statement made by the rap superstar took my thoughts on an infinite wander.

The rapper declares:

“The seconds after a man reaches climax, that’s like the realest moment of your life. If I don’t want you next to me in that fifteen, twenty seconds, then there’s something wrong.”

With each passing day, as I get older, I seem to acquire this elderly nerve where I wonder where has love gone. Do we even know what that is anymore? I often wonder has the majestic element of love that once existed for the Good Warriors (those born between 1909-1928) gone extinct. So when I stumbled across the statement from Drake (which by the way is not limited to just men), it multiplied my inquiries.

It seems this generation is only concerned with living in the now; neglecting the future. The trend is searching for Ms. Saturday night, instead of Mr. 30 years from now. As a result, what follows is that one ends up marrying Ms. Saturday night on a Thursday, only to get divorced on a Tuesday, all because you weren’t committing for the right reasons to begin with.

We have to stop living our lives as if it’s the climax. -SC.