Why I have the need to rant so often these days, I’m not so sure. But as I think more and more about where my life is headed and thinking about my timeline realistically, I feel like I’m going through a quarter-life crisis.
Is medical school really worth it?
You know those days where you want to slit every human being’s throats.
Yeah. Go die. All of you.
Unsatisfied.
- Japan and China are different countries
- Not every woman in a kimono is a geisha.
- And before you ask, no, geisha are not prostitutes. This is a myth that emerged out of the fact that geisha are both secretive and expensive; most producers of popular culture have neither the money nor the education to afford a geisha. Without access, writers and artists just make up something salacious to keep the audience interested. Now that the myth is so pervasive, even culture producers who do have access to the geisha lifestyle make up a bunch of misogynistic bullshit to meet audience expectations. Isn’t that right, Arthur Golden?
~the more you know~
(via quote-book)
I’m definitely heading in this direction, for a variety of reasons.
Even sadder? Lately I’m too tired to care, and people are always too busy with their own priorities to care. I’m also exhausted from displaying an image to social networks and putting on a facade. People are also too selfish to really care.
How many meaningful friendships did I really make in college? A few, but most have graduated already and moved on with their own lives.
Perhaps maintaining good friendships would have been much easier at a less prestigious school. Or perhaps if I had decided to pursue a career path that wasn’t as demanding and rigorous, the people within my vicinity would have been more genuine.
I gave up friendships for a chance at success. Happens.
But then again, how many of my past friends have really cared about my well-being, and have been there for me when I really needed them?
Oh hey, none.
Lindsey Stirling - Dubstep Violin - Crystallize
She’s amazingggg! I wish I had a chance to get back into music.
I wanna learn violin …
“Didn’t realize how difficult and crazy you were, but I’m not going anywhere.”
I’m a pretty lucky girl.
“Don’t ever stop. Keep running.” is what I told myself repeatedly for as long as I can remember.
Maybe the key to life isn’t worrying. Maybe it’s not about chasing and running after something 24/7.
Maybe it’s about letting things be. Maybe it’s about simply doing what you can and shrugging it off. You don’t have to be at the top of everything.
After 5 long years I’ve finally realized that I simply worry way too much for my own good. I spend more time thinking, worrying, and being frantic than actually acting upon it. I claim that I hate wasting time yet .. it’s what I do on a daily basis. In fact, it’s what I’ve been doing for many many years.
“I cannot believe that the purpose of life is to be happy. I think the purpose of life is to be useful, to be responsible, to be compassionate. It is, above all to matter, to count, to stand for something, to have made some difference that you lived at all.” – Leo Rosten
This is what I’ve faithfully believed in for as long as I can remember. What in the fucking hell is happiness and why do people chase after this temporary emotional state of satisfaction? Such was the concept I could never fathom. But it finally dawned on me that perhaps, success and happiness are somewhat intertwined and achieved in a similar fashion - by not caring.
“Happiness is like a butterfly.
The more you chase it, the more it eludes you.
But if you turn your attention to other things,
It comes and sits softly on your shoulder.”
Henry David Thoreau
**Note to self: read the following link after studying.
http://www.becomingminimalist.com/2010/06/28/stop-chasing-success-seek-significance/
Oh the things I think about at 5AM, right before a midterm.
Bloody fucking hell, I’m thoroughly fucked. Seriously crashing tonight.
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I guess I’m starting to see what you’ve been telling me all this time. I’m glad you’re a good influence. P.S. I think you’re a keeper.
