"Did you know, you can quit your job, you can leave university? You aren’t legally required to have a degree, it’s a social pressure and expectation, not the law, and no one is holding a gun to your head. You can sell your house, you can give up your apartment, you can even sell your vehicle, and your things that are mostly unnecessary. You can see the world on a minimum wage salary, despite the persisting myth, you do not need a high paying job. You can leave your friends (if they’re true friends they’ll forgive you, and you’ll still be friends) and make new ones on the road. You can leave your family. You can depart from your hometown, your country, your culture, and everything you know. You can sacrifice. You can give up your $5.00 a cup morning coffee, you can give up air conditioning, frequent consumption of new products. You can give up eating out at restaurants and prepare affordable meals at home, and eat the leftovers too, instead of throwing them away. You can give up cable TV, Internet even. This list is endless. You can sacrifice climbing up in the hierarchy of careers. You can buck tradition and others’ expectations of you. You can triumph over your fears, by conquering your mind. You can take risks. And most of all, you can travel. You just don’t want it enough. You want a degree or a well-paying job or to stay in your comfort zone more. This is fine, if it’s what your heart desires most, but please don’t envy me and tell me you can’t travel. You’re not in a famine, in a desert, in a third world country, with five malnourished children to feed. You probably live in a first world country. You have a roof over your head, and food on your plate. You probably own luxuries like a cellphone and a computer. You can afford the $3.00 a night guest houses of India, the $0.10 fresh baked breakfasts of Morocco, because if you can afford to live in a first world country, you can certainly afford to travel in third world countries, you can probably even afford to travel in a first world country. So please say to me, “I want to travel, but other things are more important to me and I’m putting them first”, not, “I’m dying to travel, but I can’t”, because I have yet to have someone say they can’t, who truly can’t. You can, however, only live once, and for me, the enrichment of the soul that comes from seeing the world is worth more than a degree that could bring me in a bigger paycheck, or material wealth, or pleasing society. Of course, you must choose for yourself, follow your heart’s truest desires, but know that you can travel, you’re only making excuses for why you can’t. And if it makes any difference, I have never met anyone who has quit their job, left school, given up their life at home, to see the world, and regretted it. None. Only people who have grown old and regretted never traveling, who have regretted focusing too much on money and superficial success, who have realized too late that there is so much more to living than this."
i’m just utterly confused about where the queue tab went..
"I would love to say
that you
make me
weak in the knees
but
to be quite upfront
and completely
truthful
you
make my body
forget
it has knees
at all."
buttholepoetry:
I have to learn to love this body.
My hands shake
most of the time
and when I’m nervous
I blush
and my voice trembles
like the strings on a guitar.
My mind is too full of words
that haven’t been invented yet
so I can’t even begin to explain
how I feel.
My eyes hurt;
they’ve seen too much.
My heart hurts;
it feels too much.
I have an ache
on certain parts of my body
where scars are growing
and taking permanent shape.
But I have to learn to love this body.
I have to learn
to let myself feel things
like missing you.
Darling,
life is hard.
It’s harder for people like
me and you
who know the tragedy of flight
is to rip yourself apart
to find that one ounce of freedom
only to realize
it wasn’t worth it.
Let’s not make it even harder
for each other.
If you want to go,
go.
You are not tied to anything
except your own beating heart.
Just know that mine
will miss you.
We were not put on this earth to be alone.
Even the wind
running freely
finds something to touch
every goddamn second
and I need to touch you
until I can’t feel anything but you
around me.
But if you want to go,
go.
You don’t need to love this body.
I do.
(via spectralpsychosis)
"How nice — to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive."