May 2013
1 post
March 2013
10 posts
“Kiss me with your eyes.”
– Andy Warhol (via rusticpoems)
This is to the days that don’t end
The ones in which nothing makes sense
Yet pensive relaxation washes over you
And you remind yourself it’s not real
There’s no numbness except the one you inject yourself
February 2013
2 posts
January 2013
1 post
December 2012
5 posts
Things don’t happen to people
People are the cause of things that happen
And this realization is scary
November 2012
13 posts
My conversation with a Yale grad. He was accepted...
Him: I know right now, everything seems so unfair. You need to study, all to get compared with other people. Your future is dependent mostly on whether you go to this school, major in this thing, receive this much money, or get this job. I know. I was there, I was you. Studying my ass off for an easier life. You're told that everything right now is the most important, that you need to get As, go to a great college, have an amazing job, generate immense revenue, therefore become happy. But, there's just one thing that I failed to understand. And let me tell you, there are barely any things that I do not understand. Yet, I have no idea why I'm not happy. From a young age, you're told to take these steps and if you succeed, you'll reach happiness. It's not true. I've done every step every mother would tell her child to do, to become, but here I am, unhappy. After many years of trying to find where I went wrong, I realized that I had been looking in the completely wrong place.
Me: Then where do you look?
Him: At your friends. Your relationships. Your family. Your coworkers, your boyfriend, your girlfriend, your social life. Many of the richest men in the world aren't happy, why? Because they spent all their lives trying to achieve happiness in the wrong place. You have a ton of money, great. But in the end, we're all sitting in our rocking chairs, and nobody cares who had the most money or who went to the best college. It's about who had the most fun. Who had the most people to look after them, who had the most to look after. The happiest are the ones that have people to call in times of trouble, the ones that had the time to spend with their family and feel all that love. That's what people lack! Love. When you're on your deathbed, everything doesn't matter anymore you see. You'd want people that love you to be around you, to be comforting you, to tell you about all the great things you did for people. You don't want to be alone, with what? A degree? Cash that will never be used? Nobody ever says "wow, I went to a great college and therefore I'm satisfied" in the end. Only the lucky ones get to say "wow, I was surrounded by love my whole life. My time on this earth was beautiful."
Me:
Him: But you know, I'm not telling you not to get into a great college or not to do any of the things society tells you to. Go for it, it pays off! It doesn't give you happiness but it takes a lot of stress off your shoulders. All I'm saying is don't make it your everything. If you don't get in somewhere good, don't stress about it. As long as you're okay with the people around you, you're going to be fine. I'm sure of it. Priorities change in the end. We're only people.
I want to be content. To sit in the midst of everything as it is right now, and revel in the present. But reaching out to hold a moment and revel in its wholesomeness is futile. Trying to breathe in a moment is like trying to hold sand between your fingers, it’ll slip away with ease. And so I let it slip willingly. I’ll live in the moment until it passes me by, and then it is the...
October 2012
6 posts
September 2012
22 posts
It's been said
that death is not the greatest loss in life. the greatest loss is what dies within us while we live.
