We live in an age where everyone has a camera on them one way or another and information is spread around the globe at the speed of light and the degree at which we apply and regard security is at an all time high….
…. and somehow a two hundred feet long, three hundred thousand pound aircraft carrying two hundred and thirty-nine souls has completely vanished.
Our tiny blue marble has become frighteningly huge in the worst way possible
Thanks to YOU, deviantART WON the SXSW People’s Choice! We’d like to thank everyone for participating and share the award with ALL artists!
Does this mean you are going to send it around so we all can take photos with it and then pass it on to the next deviantart artist? Can I be first? Or second? I am cool with being second.
Introverts, in contrast, may have strong social skills and enjoy parties and business meetings, but after a while wish they were home in their pajamas. They prefer to devote their social energies to close friends, colleagues, and family. They listen more than they talk, think before they speak, and often feel as if they express themselves better in writing than in conversation. They tend to dislike conflict. Many have a horror of small talk, but enjoy deep discussions.
Susan Cain (via quotes-shape-us)
Nothing will fuck up your twenties more than thinking you’re supposed to have your shit together.
Practice makes better
My point is: in this whole wide world the only person you can depend on is you.
Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via thatkindofwoman)
HOW CAN WE BE HAPPY ?
Once a group of 50 people was attending a seminar.
Suddenly the speaker stopped and decided to do a group activity. He started giving each one a balloon. Each one was asked to write his/her name on it using a marker pen. Then all the balloons were collected and put in another room.
Now these delegates were let in that room and asked to find the balloon which had their name written, within 5 minutes. Everyone was frantically searching for their name, colliding with each other, pushing around others and there was utter chaos.
At the end of 5 minutes no one could find their own balloon.
Now each one was asked to randomly collect a balloon and give it to the person whose name was written on it.
Within minutes everyone had their own balloon.
The speaker began— exactly this is happening in our lives. Everyone is frantically looking for happiness all around, not knowing where it is.
Our happiness lies in the happiness of other people. Give them their happiness; you will get your own happiness.
And this is the purpose of human life.
It’s taboo to admit that you’re lonely. You can make jokes about it, of course. You can tell people that you spend most of your time with Netflix or that you haven’t left the house today and you might not even go outside tomorrow. Ha ha, funny. But rarely do you ever tell people about the true depths of your loneliness, about how you feel more and more alienated from your friends each passing day and you’re not sure how to fix it. It seems like everyone is just better at living than you are.
A part of you knew this was going to happen. Growing up, you just had this feeling that you wouldn’t transition well to adult life, that you’d fall right through the cracks. And look at you now. La di da, it’s happening.
Your mother, your father, your grandparents: they all look at you like you’re some prized jewel and they tell you over and over again just how lucky you are to be young and have your whole life ahead of you. “Getting old ain’t for sissies,” your father tells you wearily.
You wish they’d stop saying these things to you because all it does is fill you with guilt and panic. All it does is remind you of how much you’re not taking advantage of your youth.
You want to kiss all kinds of different people, you want to wake up in a stranger’s bed maybe once or twice just to see if it feels good to feel nothing, you want to have a group of friends that feels like a tribe, a bonafide family. You want to go from one place to the next constantly and have your weekends feel like one long epic day. You want to dance to stupid music in your stupid room and have a nice job that doesn’t get in the way of living your life too much. You want to be less scared, less anxious, and more willing. Because if you’re closed off now, you can only imagine what you’ll be like later.
Every day you vow to change some aspect of your life and every day you fail. At this point, you’re starting to question your own power as a human being. As of right now, your fears have you beat. They’re the ones that are holding your twenties hostage.
Stop thinking that everyone is having more sex than you, that everyone has more friends than you, that everyone out is having more fun than you. Not because it’s not true (it might be!) but because that kind of thinking leaves you frozen. You’ve already spent enough time feeling like you’re stuck, like you’re watching your life fall through you like a fast dissolve and you’re unable to hold on to anything.
I don’t know if you ever get better. I don’t know if a person can just wake up one day and decide to be an active participant in their life. I’d like to think so. I’d like to think that people get better each and every day but that’s not really true. People get worse and it’s their stories that end up getting forgotten because we can’t stand an unhappy ending. The sick have to get better. Our normalcy depends upon it.
You have to value yourself. You have to want great things for your life. This sort of shit doesn’t happen overnight but it can and will happen if you want it.
Do you want it bad enough? Does the fear of being filled with regret in your thirties trump your fear of living today?
We shall see.
No, you know what? Fuck this. Honest to god: fuck this. Fuck this guy, who says hearing how much you’re not taking advantage of your youth fills you with panic and fear, in a piece called “You’re Not Making The Most Of Your Twenties.” Fuck responding to this kind of thick, thought-slowing fear, the sort of fear that leaves folks frozen, with the idea that you just have to want to get over it bad enough. Fuck holding the thirties they might live in regret over the heads of people who are trapped inside the idea that they aren’t they aren’t doing their twenties right, like that’s anything new, like that will help. Fuck writing ~edgy internet essays that basically sum up as, “Hey you, you reading this, yeah, you! You’re hideously afraid of living your life wrong and it’s keeping you from really living at all! And that happens to everyone! And saying ‘get over it and be better or you’ll live a lifetime of regret’ doesn’t help and actually makes it worse! But GET OVER IT AND BE BETTER OR YOU’LL LIVE A LIFETIME OF REGRET, GOD, AREN’T YOU LISTENING AT ALL?”
Here’s some advice on making the most of your twenties: do what’s good for the person you are right now! Do what’s healthy for the person you are right now! Decide how you want to live tomorrow instead of the next decade of your life! Expect to want different things in by the end of the next decade of your life! Figure that in your thirties, shit will still be like it is now: things’ll be great sometimes, and fucked up sometimes, and the great things will be worth savoring, and the fucked up things will be worth fighting through. Quit smoking. Floss. Probably stop listening to assholes who presume to know you on the internet. Try to nap sometimes.