June 2011
May 2011
“When I was ten, I read fairy tales in secret and would have been ashamed if I had been found doing so. Now that I am fifty, I read them openly. When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up.”
—C. S. Lewis (via whiterabbitbook)
“Perhaps that is the secret to humility: accepting that some chances, while incredibly promising, are just not meant for you. Celebrate the people they belong to and then move on. It’s alright. Your time will come, too”
—The Illusion of Size, Everyday Isa (via themorninglight)
“In my next life I want to live backwards. You start out dead and get that out of the way. Then you wake up in an old people’s home feeling better every day. You get kicked out for being too healthy, go collect your pension, and then when you start work, you get a gold watch and a party on your first day. You work for 40 years until you’re young enough to enjoy your retirement. You party, drink alcohol, and are generally promiscuous, then you are ready for high school. You then go to primary school, you become a kid, you play. You have no responsibilities, you become a baby until you are born. And then you spend your last 9 months floating in luxurious spa like conditions with central heating and room service on tap, larger quarters every day and then, Voila! You finish off as an orgasm! I rest my case.”
—Woody Allen (via hannahkimbo)
i think the hardest part is deciding what your priorities are, which depends on what ‘happiness’ is. i always see things on such fluctuating scales that i can never decide which one is the ‘correct’ one. i know that i’m not the founding father of anything. people are worried about the exact same things at school everyday, and then at home again. there’s the money factor that as much as we hate to admit it, we need. but then again, do we actually need it? what do we want it for? the ability to act on the gratitude we feel towards our family? to buy nicer newer things to fill that growing gap in our lives? if we decide to change that hobby into a passion, is that selfish?
all these things we’re ‘supposed’ to do seem like second nature, like we were born with these instincts and common logic. but the majority of it is forced on us by what we’ve been taught. if we ‘break past’ these barriers, are we discovering truth? or just hiding away from reality?
honestly, i feel like we’re all doomed in one way or another, eventually.
what if we all turn out to be fuck ups in 10 years, and everything we’re doing now is wrong. what are we doing with our lives, really.
