Be a voice, not an echo.
— (via thedailypozitive)
She understood that the hardest times in life to go through were when you were transitioning from one version of yourself to another.
— Sarah Addison Allen, Lost Lake (via booksquoteslove)
why are people so caught up in romanticizing the past? romanticize the future. there will be robots and slightly more equality
I don’t really know why. It’s just sort of happening.
To give you some context, I have a mental breakdown every three months, and those freakouts usually manifest themselves in self-loathing and idle anxiety. Instead of hiding away in my apartment, this time, I’d like to try something new, like going somewhere I’ve never been before, aka, visiting the next nearest metropolis that won’t get me shot or maimed. New York is too close and Trenton isn’t exactly a modern day El Dorado, so Boston just seemed like the right fit (if not the best deal at $40 a round trip ticket.) I have always wanted to visit places like Harvard and MIT and on this weekend, I finally get the chance, or rather, I’m finally getting around to dusting that age-old bucket list I had once forgotten.
To be honest, I’m a bit anxious about this impromptu journey, stacking leisure on an already hefty schedule of work and personal projects. I don’t see myself the best juggler of solutions, and there are a lot of things I worry or stress about that may still preoccupy my thoughts in Boston. Regardless, I’m going to try to come back with less baggage than what I’m carrying on. It wouldn’t make sense otherwise. I’m not Atlas and my problems aren’t that worldly. I’m just a restless kid who’s tired of playing it safe and has thus chosen to invite even more uncertainty into his life to appease the restlessness. The logic may sound broken but it’s a motive I can only explain from the perspective of a starry-eyed romantic, and romantics, as you may know, don’t always make the most sense.
Despite all my reservations, I’m still optimistic for this trip. I’m a convenient magnet for all matters derp and I’m pretty sure the next three days should yield its fair share of misadventure and insanity. Should I not make it back safely (I tend to attract cops, muggings, and angry bodyguards in new places) I just wanted to say thanks for everything. To you, old friends, new friends, old crushes, new crushes, new roommate, and mom for the new thoughts, new feelings, new place to call home, and the opportunity to let go of things for which I’ve been holding onto far too long. You’ve been good to me, far better than I could have asked, far greater than I feel worthy of deserving.
That said, I’ll catch you later, New Jersey. I love you, so be awesome while I’m away.