This is the thing: When you hit 28 or 30, everything begins to divide. You can see very clearly two kinds of people. On one side, people who have used their 20s to learn and grow, to find … themselves and their dreams, people who know what works and what doesn’t, who have pushed through to become real live adults. Then there’s the other kind, who are hanging onto college, or high school even, with all their might. They’ve stayed in jobs they hate, because they’re too scared to get another one. They’ve stayed with men or women who are good but not great, because they don’t want to be lonely. … they mean to develop intimate friendships, they mean to stop drinking like life is one big frat party. But they don’t do those things, so they live in an extended adolescence, no closer to adulthood than when they graduated.
Don’t be like that. Don’t get stuck. Move, travel, take a class, take a risk. There is a season for wildness and a season for settledness, and this is neither. This season is about becoming. Don’t lose yourself at happy hour, but don’t lose yourself on the corporate ladder either. Stop every once in a while and go out to coffee or climb in bed with your journal.
Ask yourself some good questions like: “Am I proud of the life I’m living? What have I tried this month? … Do the people I’m spending time with give me life, or make me feel small? Is there any brokenness in my life that’s keeping me from moving forward?”
Now is your time. Walk closely with people you love, and with people who believe … life is a grand adventure. Don’t get stuck in the past, and don’t try to fast-forward yourself into a future you haven’t yet earned. Give today all the love and intensity and courage you can, and keep traveling honestly along life’s path.
”Relevant magazine (via charliebravo)
Am obviously not at this age yet, but yes, very very relevant!
(via theupwardglance)
I am giving it a damn good effort, that’s for sure. ^^ (via keepme)(Source: meredithbklyn)
I’m in busan for two days, alone and with no friends, someone please hang out with me :( kakao: kenkang88
If you don’t reblog this, you’re heartless.
This man was born with glass bones and paper skin.
Every morning he breaks his legs, and every afternoon he breaks his arms.
At night, he lies awake in agony until his heart attacks put him to sleep.
(Source: doitsundere)
- A normal day in the life of..
- 아주마: 학생!
- 아주마 tries to hand me flyers
- (what I wish I said)
- Me: 학생 아니야, 난 일하는, 돈버는 사람이야!
- (what I actually did)
- 무시 ㅋㅋ
yeah so..
haven’t updated in a while and there’s no way i can write about that’s transpired since the last time i’ve posted. i watched my lovely, darling 6th graders graduate and i finished my contract with my school. it was a truly bittersweet thing for me. during the 6th grader banquet and graduation ceremony i tried to distance myself from the kids so i wouldn’t feel as sad. i had a few kids cry while hugging me. these kids are going to be something great in the future.
i cleaned my desk out and it felt as if there were a lump in my chest. i don’t think it sunk in.. it still hasn’t quite sunken in yet. my last day of work we had a staff lunch and all of the teachers gave me a book where they each wrote a personal message to me. again i wanted to cry but nothing came out.
i moved into my aunt’s place in seoul and now i’m on vacation mode. one thing i regret about my time in korea is not traveling more. so now is the time where i try to make that up.. so far i’ve done a terrible job lol maybe i’m just a homebody. at any rate living at my aunts’ makes me feel like a kid again kk
i’m here until march 21st, anyone want to hang out? :)
sigh koreans…
koreans sure know how to tick me off. today i was riding the subway with a few foreign friends that i met for the first time. we were laughing, conversating, and just having a good time. then i look around and see a short little 아주마 standing behind my friend with a disgusting death stare on her face.
she was one of those lumpy 아주마 with a permanent scowl. i looked at her as she was just burning a hole through my friend’s back with her eyes. then i looked around me and noticed that people were staring too. this just ticked me off to no end.
..and this is definitely not the first time it’s happened. i guess it’s both a blessing (and a curse at times) for me to be ethnically korean because i can blend into the crowd, but for my friends it’s another story. at that moment i felt a great sense of empathy. i know that if someone stared at me like that i probably would have told them off.
in the time that i’ve spent in korea i’ve seen many things that i’m proud of and not so proud of. this belongs to the latter. sigh..
how cold is it?
it’s so cold that…
-the wet clothes i hung out to dry were frozen the next morning.
-after walking outside for ten minutes my hands were so numb and swollen that i had to wait outside my apartment door because i physically couldn’t grab my keys.
-i contemplated giving up on life and collapsing on the street on the walk to and from work.
live to work or work to live? ㅋㅋ
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