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| stupidest invention on earth: button fly pants. it's like putting a combination lock on a fire extinguisher.
what is brotherhood? true brotherhood? i've met it, experienced and even taught of it during college. but now, i can barely define it.
work - where "your greatest asset is inauthenticity"-quarterlife. i think the corporate life can rob twentysomethings the chance to experience their youth. don't wait too long to move to LA, one of my six officespace supervisors says to me on a friday walk, or else "life happens". life happens? and then what? it's all over. you find that someone, get married, and you just have other priorities. really? do we stop dreaming after we "settle down"? do we really have to stop taking risks?
same with chinese christian churches. what if some of us were destined to be great artists, writers, filmmakers and muscians, but because of the ever hounding pressure pushers in our life, we have chosen the safer roads. i'm scared of living a life of mediocrity. hungry eyes for the roads less traveled. Thoreau knows how i rock:
"I went into the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted
to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life...to put to rout all
that was not life; and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not
lived." i wonder if jesus is as passionate about originality as erwin says he is.
dylan from quarterlife (watch it on nbc). kinda like a introspective monica from friends.
i think working has also pushed aside my desire to wrestle with issues. it's quite sad that it seems like i only allow myself to really reflect on spirituality, the future, relationships during bart rides that i can stay awake on, after listening to a death cab for cutie song, or on a saturday night like this one. dreaming shouldn't only be practiced during sleep. i would like to expound more on these issues, it's worth it. it's not a matter of time, it's a matter of will.
i'm going to try and do that more. starting now.
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hey.
psst.
i got a job.
(i don't want comments unless they are awesome.)
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