We’re so young. We’re so young. We’re twenty-two years old. We have so much time. There’s this sentiment I sometimes sense, creeping in our collective conscious as we lay alone after a party, or pack up our books when we give in and go out – that it is somehow too late. That others are somehow ahead. More accomplished, more specialized. More on the path to somehow saving the world, somehow creating or inventing or improving. That it’s too late now to BEGIN a beginning and we must settle for continuance, for commencement.
“The piece below was written by Marina Keegan ‘12 for a special edition of the News distributed at the class of 2012’s commencement exercises last week. Keegan died in a car accident on Saturday. She was 22.”
(via theangrytherapist)
Wow, gorgeous animation. So intricate and detailed.
(Source: senshuk)
What are you leaving behind? -
All day long you’re emailing or tweeting or liking or meeting… and every once in a while, something tangible is produced. But is there a mark of your passage?
“Everything you can imagine is real.” — Pablo Picasso (via girlwithoutwings)
(Source: quote-book)
Transcendentalism
Self-reflection
Life is too short to dream small.
I will make something of myself.
I will prove any doubters wrong.
I will leave a mark on society for the better.
I will not relegate myself to only working for a company’s bottom line.
I will leave this earth better than I found it (but that’s going to be a long time later because I’m going to eat vegetables).
I will to write, draw, and make people laugh for a living, and I’m going to accomplish all of these in no particular order.
I will not hate the 9-to-5 routine—because I don’t want to follow it.
I refuse to hate my job. I refuse to enter a profession that I hate.
I refuse to sell my soul for a lofty salary.
I will learn how to make edible food one day. Until then, cereal.
HORRIBLE TIMING!
Sometimes it takes a rejection or two or ten to make you realize how fortunate you are to have had the opportunities you have experienced, and to light a fire under your butt, and to break you out of that haze of complacency that’s been keeping you idle.
They’re not getting rid of me that easily.
“I think there is something beautiful in reveling in sadness. The proof is how beautiful sad songs can be. So don’t think being sad is to be avoided. It’s apathy and boredom you want to avoid. But feeling anything is good, I think.” — Joseph Gordon Levitt (via leonardmendoza)
(Source: wordsthat-speak, via ibeatfor)