It may have several meanings to some people or just one in particular to other, including me. Well, living in Europe and all it's understandable that the only thing I imagine when hearing that phrase is the good old America. What's it like there, anyway? I wouldn't really know for I've never been there myself, but with the information I have and the sources providing me that information, it's both good and bad. Now how can that be? Isn't that the state of dreams coming true? Where all the potential artists go for inspiration and the big break-through? Let's just say for now that there are always two sides to one story. And that sticks to everything. It's all about the nice picture they're showing, not the reality in the background.
Although it's not my place to judge, one can always predict and assume. Why not? I still own that right, as far as I remember. For many people, America might seem the wonderland, where all their hopes and dreams come true, where worries disappear. They can keep telling that to themselves, but I don't really believe that is what will get them through, though. Those who succeed also hold that tiny bit of common sense within them, because without that you can live in the clouds forever and that will (almost 100%) not get you anywhere. At least not where you desire. I think the whole secret of it is to go with the flow, but somehow still manage to embrace reality in the way that benefits you. Because happy and successful people make good out of things, they're not always lucky. Luckiness might be on their side, but otherwise it sooner or later turns around. Turns its back on everyone, eventually. You just have to wake up and find the good in everything and use it. It's not an easy thing to do, especially when you feel lost and insignificant all the freaking time, you feel like nothing good every happens to you so you think you were just born a fuck-up. The thing is, we are so afraid to fail that we don't even try. And we think that going somewhere else, running away will cure it all. It will not. For the change must happen in the head first.
I won't say that this doesn't apply to me as well. Because it does. I mean, we're teenagers. What else would you expect? Having our lives sorted out at 16? Knowing who and what you want to become? To be honest, that sounds a bit creepy to me. Whoever has that sort of plan inside their head; hands down. But seriously, I don't know how is that possible or simply - how is that relevant. You see, we all change in time. Our thoughts change, lifestyle, our points of view... One time we wanted to be doctors, but now we want to be, I don't know, say, rock stars or better - with rock stars! It's a difficult and vulnerable period in our life for in that time we truly process ourselves. We process our own thoughts all the time and think of others at the same time so much, we eventually forget we matter, too. Hell, we matter the most. It's our life, isn't it? Why live it for someone else? It's stupid enough to even care what others think. But yeah; easier said than done. We all give crap for other people, no matter what we say to the world. We will always care what they think of us and how we present ourselves to the society. Because no matter how little it means to our life, it means to us. And that's a difference. Before a person gets that they need to be one with themselves and with life and its limitation, we have another life. Confucius said: "We all have two lives. The second one begins when you realize you only have one." And too many people are wasting their time. Even I am wasting my time! Almost everyone is. It's hard to acknowledge the transience simply because we don't wish to face it because then suddenly you're aware of yourself, of your life and your limited time here. But if we want to obey that theory, we must also admit that time is a human creation. We invented the fear for oblivion and we are the ones responsible for the whole mess that's going on.
Yep, human is his own threat, an enemy. Who would've thought, right? Such innocent little creature may cause so much damage it can eventually doom this stupid little Earth. Well, I, first off, don't except that said theory, because we are here as long as it was meant to. Not in the "limited edition" sort of way. But in how much you spend doing things in life that truly matter. It's even harder finding those things, but that's what life's all about, if we, again, speak of a figment of human imagination. But it actually helps us move on. It helps us focus and direct our mind into the way where it should be. Even if we blind ourselves with this silly crap, it might actually, just maybe possibly work.
But let's think; that's still better than giving up entirely, right? People often do this, it's some sort of mantra of theirs. People do all sorts of things to just get through the day. And we can't blame them for doing that. We all have our weird habits and rituals that make us special in a way. "Embrace your differences and the qualities about you that you think are weird. Eventually, they're going to be the only things separating you from everyone else." is a genius quote by a genius, of course, named Sebastian Stan. Because really, what do we have when we lost everything that we used to own that was ours and ours alone? Nothing truly matters then, does it? Nothing worth fighting for.
So what's truly the matter is if it's worth to change for that one dream and hope that you'll get somewhere you think will change your life? That mostly depends on a person's determination and will. Because a single person can change a lot about/in their life if they set some sort of goal. It's all in the head, I guess. But how far is it safe and healthy to go until you realize life is much more complicated than that? Or is it? Again, I've found myself unable to state a clear standpoint for myself. I've realized this happens quite a lot to me, even more than I probably comprehend. But hey, everybody's a little weird, right? As if this were supposed to be any consolation.
But besides my inability to develop my own thoughts, as John Green wrote in The Fault In Our Stars, "My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations.", and aside from having a eternal pessimistic point of view on the world, I think that we shouldn't take it all so seriously. Life and the world and the meaning of it. What's so beautiful about it is that it's (yet) untouched, undiscovered, because I believe there's much more to it than just this. There's much more hiding behind it all and I believe I won't be alive to see it, but I believe. And I think that as long as you believe (in something), you have all it takes to get there. Even if you just want to runaway because you feel like you can't keep up with the world or if you feel like screaming because you want somebody to finally hear you or if you want to make a goddamn musical at your high-school (yes, that was a reference to John Green's Will Grayson, Will Grayson), then do it. No matter what people will think, they will always judge. And this is not just another one of my spiritually and high-optimistically posts, but I am seriously telling you that there's nothing to be afraid of. Funny how I can't even make my own words come true. That's why I know it's a hundred times easier said than done. Trust me, if there's anyone who knows a bit about will and motivation and organization, it's me. It's been like this the whole time until one day I just cut all the bonds unexpectedly and it that was the end. People still don't get how I sometimes just feel lost and not natural, because this world that I am living in right now isn't my natural habitat (as funny as it may sound, it is true). My home was water. And this is not what I was used to.
That's why I believe in miracles and magic and dreams coming true. Because after all this time, I still believe I'll make it, that I will get over this and will climb out of this shitty dark hole that's been ruining my entire life ever since I "broke up" with swimming. It feels exactly like a long-term relationship; it was all about commitment (which I was fully providing), will to go on (which started to fade within each year) and the love of doing what I was doing (which also, sadly, started to fade away until one day it was entirely gone). And what I've learned from it? That if you don't do what makes you happy, if you don't follow your heart or your stupid brain or whatever it is that tells you what makes you happy and content, you will never get there. You will never fully know the joy of true happiness and freedom. And that is what's been missing in my life for the past nine months (I could give birth to a freaking baby in this time!). It feels like an enormous, deep void in my soul that I cannot find replacement for. Something to fill it with. Because I can't seem to find joy in life anymore, I can't see the good things and because I don't let myself see the good things is why I think they don't happen and why I don't give them a chance to enter my life. My fucking miserable, pointless life. What is there to it if not what makes you fucking smile? So stop blinding yourself and make it happen! Do it today, you never know what tomorrow holds. Maybe a giant strawberry chocolate in my fridge which I will be very happy to see.
Although it's not my place to judge, one can always predict and assume. Why not? I still own that right, as far as I remember. For many people, America might seem the wonderland, where all their hopes and dreams come true, where worries disappear. They can keep telling that to themselves, but I don't really believe that is what will get them through, though. Those who succeed also hold that tiny bit of common sense within them, because without that you can live in the clouds forever and that will (almost 100%) not get you anywhere. At least not where you desire. I think the whole secret of it is to go with the flow, but somehow still manage to embrace reality in the way that benefits you. Because happy and successful people make good out of things, they're not always lucky. Luckiness might be on their side, but otherwise it sooner or later turns around. Turns its back on everyone, eventually. You just have to wake up and find the good in everything and use it. It's not an easy thing to do, especially when you feel lost and insignificant all the freaking time, you feel like nothing good every happens to you so you think you were just born a fuck-up. The thing is, we are so afraid to fail that we don't even try. And we think that going somewhere else, running away will cure it all. It will not. For the change must happen in the head first.
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Yep, human is his own threat, an enemy. Who would've thought, right? Such innocent little creature may cause so much damage it can eventually doom this stupid little Earth. Well, I, first off, don't except that said theory, because we are here as long as it was meant to. Not in the "limited edition" sort of way. But in how much you spend doing things in life that truly matter. It's even harder finding those things, but that's what life's all about, if we, again, speak of a figment of human imagination. But it actually helps us move on. It helps us focus and direct our mind into the way where it should be. Even if we blind ourselves with this silly crap, it might actually, just maybe possibly work.
But let's think; that's still better than giving up entirely, right? People often do this, it's some sort of mantra of theirs. People do all sorts of things to just get through the day. And we can't blame them for doing that. We all have our weird habits and rituals that make us special in a way. "Embrace your differences and the qualities about you that you think are weird. Eventually, they're going to be the only things separating you from everyone else." is a genius quote by a genius, of course, named Sebastian Stan. Because really, what do we have when we lost everything that we used to own that was ours and ours alone? Nothing truly matters then, does it? Nothing worth fighting for.
So what's truly the matter is if it's worth to change for that one dream and hope that you'll get somewhere you think will change your life? That mostly depends on a person's determination and will. Because a single person can change a lot about/in their life if they set some sort of goal. It's all in the head, I guess. But how far is it safe and healthy to go until you realize life is much more complicated than that? Or is it? Again, I've found myself unable to state a clear standpoint for myself. I've realized this happens quite a lot to me, even more than I probably comprehend. But hey, everybody's a little weird, right? As if this were supposed to be any consolation.
But besides my inability to develop my own thoughts, as John Green wrote in The Fault In Our Stars, "My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations.", and aside from having a eternal pessimistic point of view on the world, I think that we shouldn't take it all so seriously. Life and the world and the meaning of it. What's so beautiful about it is that it's (yet) untouched, undiscovered, because I believe there's much more to it than just this. There's much more hiding behind it all and I believe I won't be alive to see it, but I believe. And I think that as long as you believe (in something), you have all it takes to get there. Even if you just want to runaway because you feel like you can't keep up with the world or if you feel like screaming because you want somebody to finally hear you or if you want to make a goddamn musical at your high-school (yes, that was a reference to John Green's Will Grayson, Will Grayson), then do it. No matter what people will think, they will always judge. And this is not just another one of my spiritually and high-optimistically posts, but I am seriously telling you that there's nothing to be afraid of. Funny how I can't even make my own words come true. That's why I know it's a hundred times easier said than done. Trust me, if there's anyone who knows a bit about will and motivation and organization, it's me. It's been like this the whole time until one day I just cut all the bonds unexpectedly and it that was the end. People still don't get how I sometimes just feel lost and not natural, because this world that I am living in right now isn't my natural habitat (as funny as it may sound, it is true). My home was water. And this is not what I was used to.
That's why I believe in miracles and magic and dreams coming true. Because after all this time, I still believe I'll make it, that I will get over this and will climb out of this shitty dark hole that's been ruining my entire life ever since I "broke up" with swimming. It feels exactly like a long-term relationship; it was all about commitment (which I was fully providing), will to go on (which started to fade within each year) and the love of doing what I was doing (which also, sadly, started to fade away until one day it was entirely gone). And what I've learned from it? That if you don't do what makes you happy, if you don't follow your heart or your stupid brain or whatever it is that tells you what makes you happy and content, you will never get there. You will never fully know the joy of true happiness and freedom. And that is what's been missing in my life for the past nine months (I could give birth to a freaking baby in this time!). It feels like an enormous, deep void in my soul that I cannot find replacement for. Something to fill it with. Because I can't seem to find joy in life anymore, I can't see the good things and because I don't let myself see the good things is why I think they don't happen and why I don't give them a chance to enter my life. My fucking miserable, pointless life. What is there to it if not what makes you fucking smile? So stop blinding yourself and make it happen! Do it today, you never know what tomorrow holds. Maybe a giant strawberry chocolate in my fridge which I will be very happy to see.
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