No epiphanies… more like slow revelations. There is just a deeper love for humanity, varying cultures, dying languages, topographical understanding, smell memory & human differences. Our brains are adding new data daily, and that exercise is so very soul filling.
Our Open Road, on Livefastmag
"The point is, not to resist the flow. You go up when you’re supposed to go up and down when you’re supposed to go down. When you’re supposed to go up, find the highest tower and climb to the top. When you’re supposed to go down, find the deepest well and go down to the bottom. When there’s no flow, stay still. If you resist the flow, everything dries up. If everything dries up, the world is darkness."
— Haruki Murakami - The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle (via murakamistuff)
You run into the same people over and over again
dressing the same, acting the same, getting the same haircut, saying the same catchphrases, lying the same lies, listening to the same music, eating at the same restaurants that you wonder why I can’t be the same like them. Then you interact with someone that’s real. An individual that doesn’t subscribe to the same ideologies and bullshit and likes what they like all the while being genuinely kind, generous, and interested in others and in touch with themselves and in tune with the world around them in a way that you could never encapsulate in words. And that truth fills you with shame and makes you angry for ever wasting your time and compromising who you want to be and what you want to do that you get motivated to stop where you’re going and fucking change everything.
Oh, wait, did I forget to mention that part? Yeah, whatever you try to build or create — be it a poem, or a new skill, or a new relationship — you will find yourself immediately surrounded by non-creators who trash it. Maybe not to your face, but they’ll do it. Your drunk friends do not want you to get sober. Your fat friends do not want you to start a fitness regimen. Your jobless friends do not want to see you embark on a career. Just remember, they’re only expressing their own fear, since trashing other people’s work is another excuse to do nothing. “Why should I create anything when the things other people create suck? I would totally have written a novel by now, but I’m going to wait for something good, I don’t want to write the next Twilight!” As long as they never produce anything, it will forever be perfect and beyond reproach. Or if they do produce something, they’ll make sure they do it with detached irony. They’ll make it intentionally bad to make it clear to everyone else that this isn’t their real effort. Their real effort would have been amazing. Not like the shit you made.
6 Harsh Truths That Will Make You a Better Person by David Wong (via richburroughs)