203
Jul 21
Yesterday you were still there. You were a friend, grandfather, mother, classmate, the neighbor, a colleague, that boy at the cash deck, the nice couple from next door. Yesterday your loved ones waved you goodbye at the airport. You were a tourist on his way to the sun, an exchange student going to family, a professor on his way to a conference. 
Today you’re a victim. A victim of a battle you had nothing to do with. A victim of violence that is as useless as mopping the floor while the faucet is still open. 

I don’t know you, yet I can’t get you out of my mind. Celebrating holiday suddenly feels selfish when I think about the pain and sadness of the people who waved you goodbye yesterday. The people who hoped for a safe homecoming. Who are still hoping they will soon wake up from this terrible nightmare. 

I can’t stop thinking about you. How you stepped on that plane to your exotic destination, full of cheerful expectations. 
The picture of a Lonely Planet between the wreckage testifies to the plans you had. Seeing the world, discovering a beautiful country. 
I close my eyes and in my thoughts I go with you. Past the douane, through the luggage check, towards the gate and looking for your seat in the vehicle. I don’t dare to go further. My mind can’t think of what you must have thought when the plane that was supposed to bring you to your destination suddenly fell out of the sky. I’m hoping for nothing, but I fear the worst. 

I don’t know you. Also for me you’re an unknown victim of senseless violence. Yet my heart feels heavy. It feels heavy because I know that I could never imagine how it would be if you were my loved one. My mother, my grandfather, my friend or colleague. 
I don’t know you, but yet you’re constantly on my mind. You, your loved ones and all the people who are mourning about you. 

Rest in peace dear unknown. My heart and thoughts are with the people who have to miss you. Just because you could have been my loved one.

Yesterday you were still there. You were a friend, grandfather, mother, classmate, the neighbor, a colleague, that boy at the cash deck, the nice couple from next door. Yesterday your loved ones waved you goodbye at the airport. You were a tourist on his way to the sun, an exchange student going to family, a professor on his way to a conference.
Today you’re a victim. A victim of a battle you had nothing to do with. A victim of violence that is as useless as mopping the floor while the faucet is still open.

I don’t know you, yet I can’t get you out of my mind. Celebrating holiday suddenly feels selfish when I think about the pain and sadness of the people who waved you goodbye yesterday. The people who hoped for a safe homecoming. Who are still hoping they will soon wake up from this terrible nightmare.

I can’t stop thinking about you. How you stepped on that plane to your exotic destination, full of cheerful expectations.
The picture of a Lonely Planet between the wreckage testifies to the plans you had. Seeing the world, discovering a beautiful country.
I close my eyes and in my thoughts I go with you. Past the douane, through the luggage check, towards the gate and looking for your seat in the vehicle. I don’t dare to go further. My mind can’t think of what you must have thought when the plane that was supposed to bring you to your destination suddenly fell out of the sky. I’m hoping for nothing, but I fear the worst.

I don’t know you. Also for me you’re an unknown victim of senseless violence. Yet my heart feels heavy. It feels heavy because I know that I could never imagine how it would be if you were my loved one. My mother, my grandfather, my friend or colleague.
I don’t know you, but yet you’re constantly on my mind. You, your loved ones and all the people who are mourning about you.

Rest in peace dear unknown. My heart and thoughts are with the people who have to miss you. Just because you could have been my loved one.


117
Jun 28
Pick me.


if-you-leave:

***IYL SHOWCASE GIVEAWAY***
We’re giving away 2 stacks* of this superb selection of publications by our favourite magazines representing the Jury for the If You Leave Photography Competition.
Reason for this is to promote the last week of our Kickstarter campaign in support of the IYL Showcase which is an entry-fee free contest and thus solely depending on your support! http://kck.st/1hOmPxd

How this works..
➸Stack 1 will be given to a lucky person who reblog’s, share’s, RT’s or regram’s this post.
➸Stack 2 goes to a lucky name who pledges to our Kickstarter campaign** http://kck.st/1hOmPxd
So get involved to win this awesome collection and support up and coming talent in the process!!
Massive thanks to the IYL Jury for their incredible support!Dazed and Confused Magazine, It’s Nice That, The British Journal of Photography, HUCK Magazine, Der Greif - magazine for photography & literature, GUP magazine, No Culture Icons, So It Goes, Girls on Film zine, Art:I:Curate, MOSSLESS Magazine, Self Publish, Be Happy,FreundevonFreunden, Lomography, DRECK Magazine, Errr-Magazine,Paper Journal, Aint-Bad Magazine
The competition is still open for submissions until July 8th.
(*free delivery worldwide)(**any pledge beyond this date)
Pick me.

if-you-leave:

***IYL SHOWCASE GIVEAWAY***

We’re giving away 2 stacks* of this superb selection of publications by our favourite magazines representing the Jury for the If You Leave Photography Competition.

Reason for this is to promote the last week of our Kickstarter campaign in support of the IYL Showcase which is an entry-fee free contest and thus solely depending on your support! http://kck.st/1hOmPxd

How this works..

➸Stack 1 will be given to a lucky person who reblog’s, share’s, RT’s or regram’s this post.

➸Stack 2 goes to a lucky name who pledges to our Kickstarter campaign** http://kck.st/1hOmPxd

So get involved to win this awesome collection and support up and coming talent in the process!!

Massive thanks to the IYL Jury for their incredible support!
Dazed and Confused MagazineIt’s Nice ThatThe British Journal of PhotographyHUCK MagazineDer Greif - magazine for photography & literatureGUP magazineNo Culture IconsSo It GoesGirls on Film zineArt:I:CurateMOSSLESS MagazineSelf Publish, Be Happy,FreundevonFreundenLomographyDRECK MagazineErrr-Magazine,Paper JournalAint-Bad Magazine

The competition is still open for submissions until July 8th.

(*free delivery worldwide)
(**any pledge beyond this date)


448
Jun 18

Quit Your Job. Buy A Ticket. Get A Tan. Fall In Love. Never Return.

islandcompanyblog:

QUIT YOUR JOB: It isn’t exactly about just quitting your job. It’s about getting unstuck. If you’re not happy, what are you waiting for? Quit following the path that is unfulfilled and consider doing something else. The time is Now. For most of us, this is the hardest part of changing your life. Making that first step. You have two choices in life: the path of least resistance, or the path you can’t resist. I say, “why resist?”. Quit. Go. Now.

BUY A TICKET: the world is a big place and there’s a million dreams we’ve all had, most of which will go unrealized unfortunately. Buying a ticket means finding a destination where you think improvement can be made and pointing yourself in that direction. The great thing about travel is when we get somewhere new our lives usually appear different to us when we look back into them from the outside. I’ve always thought that as a society we don’t spend enough time vacationing. We spend 50 weeks a year working for the goal of taking 2 weeks off. There’s an obvious problem with this equation. But even one day off, if lived correctly, can be a major return on a small investment. The ticket doesn’t cost that much in the scope of life.

GET A TAN: It’s not about the tan. It’s really about letting yourself go, to really learn to relax and become a “local” in your new environment. I’ve found through extensive island travels that its takes a considerable amount of time to become “unstuck” and become a local. Our day-to-day jobs, efforts, trials and tribulations build up a lot of scar tissue and we put up a lot of barriers in dealing with them. This makes seeing the good things hard sometimes. It takes nearly a month to truly decompress. Another month to become yourself again (and by yourself I mean that person who was once full of ideals and dreams that has been slowly silenced by the day to day monotony that seems to change us and put us off course). And again it takes another month just to become indoctrinated in becoming a “local” in whatever new environment you are in. The locals know the roads, the hideaways, the places that make you smile. They are freer than us. So yeah, I guess I’m saying that to truly “get a tan”, and not just a “tourist tan”, you need to be somewhere 3 months. We’ve seen them on vacation – those dark-skinned, ex-patriated locals that make us jealous. Their tans are different than ours. Well so are their minds too.

FALL IN LOVE. I think this is a testament to becoming yourself again. It doesn’t necessarily mean “finally finding that perfect person that only exists in faraway fantasy locales”, but by returning to the state of mind that allows you to be open to falling in love. In love with where you are, who you are, and in love with the potential of your future. This love is what allows great things to happen again. And it usually isn’t dependent on anyone other than ourselves to achieve.

NEVER RETURN. Well it’s the best ending to being reborn. Don’t go back to the past, keep moving forward, life can be as great as we want to make it, so never move backward. The past makes up who we are. No matter how great, or how bad some events have shaped us, it’s what we’re left with today that we have to work with. This is where true growth happens in our life. By moving forward, building upon the past, seeking greatness in the future. Never returning.

Spencer Antle, Island Company Founder and Creative Director

Buy the tee shirt here:  women.  men.

(The QUIT YOUR JOB mantra is owned and trademarked by ISLAND COMPANY LLC. Usage of it without permission may result in legal action)


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Apr 21

The Limits Of Human Ability And Life’s Ever-Deepening Complexity

The Limits Of Human Ability And Life’s Ever-Deepening Complexity, Or Why Being Alive Is Pathetic And Crazy

by Jonas Polsky

Life isn’t simple. You have to meet people, express ideas, and perform a job for an abstract currency. Eating, sleeping, and finding entertainment can be all-consuming pursuits, and that’s the bare minimum of what passes for human life. With each passing moment the world presents new tasks that none of us want to do. You have to find love, retain it, find self-respect, and hopefully by the time you die, the respect of at least one other person.

Life is complex. Even in it’s simplest acts, human existence is a colossal achievement. All of the involuntary functions in your body; breathing, blood transport, cell death and growth are needed twenty-four-hours a day. Then, you need to stand up, maintain your balance, and use sight, hearing, and smell to interpret the world around you.

Those are the things we do without thinking. That’s the absolute base of the pyramid. After you’ve done that, life gets really strange. Human beings do things that other less “evolved” animals can’t be bothered with. We use speech, tools, put on clothes, and arrange a schedule according to a passage of “time”, which is a thing we made up so we can judge others for being “late.”

Telephones, computers, email, texting, the internet, television, going to the movies, it’s mindboggling. Other animals don’t do these things. They wouldn’t know what to do with them, and they’re generally pretty frightened by it. I’ve seen pets “watch” television, but they mostly think it’s a window, or lose interest after a few minutes. For example, you’d never see a dog gasp during the third act reveal of a procedural drama. They see something, but are experiencing it in a different way.

Here’s the scary part. All of the things that pass for “normal” to our species are actually “emergent” behavior; that is they are a culmination of things done in the past, but are far outside of the range of what we were designed for.

The first building that wasn’t a hut was one story tall. Then someone got the crazy idea to double the height of the building, and so on and so forth. At no point did someone live in a hut and then build a sixty-story building. Each further progression was dependent on the one before it, and the success of it indicated it was “safe” to continue.

Driving a car, as simple as it seems most of the time, is really dangerous. We’re looking everywhere and nowhere at once, modifying the temperature of the car, daydreaming (or thinking of jokes), texting, and listening to music. We’re not designed to be able to do that, and not only does every layer of that situation tax the mind, by engaging in it we’re all passively putting our lives at risk. Nothing illustrates this better than nearly dying while trying to change the radio station.

When was the last time you saw an animal doing two things at the same time? A bear riding a tricycle in the circus is pretty amazing, but if the bear was riding a tricycle while spinning a hula hoop, they’d double the ticket price. But if you can’t drink a hot cup of coffee, hold a conversation, and compose an email at the same time you’ll be out of a job. The expectation for human success is continually increasing, while every other animal gets a free pass.

As civilization became a minor success, our species was expected to do more interesting and complicated things. We took some basic behavior and exploited them to do something else with it. Animals can produce sounds, and we all agreed that certain sounds mean certain things, and language was born. We combined thought with language and now have to express, and justify our feelings about the world with others. Because of this, sometimes we have to debate our way out of eating pistachios.

Get out of bed, shave, put on clean clothes, meet somewhere at a certain time, and above all act like you’re having fun. If you can’t pull that off, you’re an unapologetic failure.

The truth is, all of these things we’re doing are so hopelessly unnatural, it’s no wonder we’re stressed out, miserable, and ready to give up. Animals trapped in a zoo may not be crazy about it, but they don’t have to put on makeup or have a clever take on world events. Try telling a koala bear he needs to hit the gym, he’ll tear your face off.

The problem is that no one is deciding on a ceiling for human capacity. We’re operating far outside the normal spectrum, but we refuse to slow down. As time progresses we’ll only be expected to do more. If the moon landing happened today, we’d be disgusted if the astronauts didn’t blog about their experience in real-time. Imagine the fit we’d throw if they didn’t operate a space shuttle while streaming the event in a funny, and compelling way, then perform a choreographed breakdance in zero gravity.

At some point all of this idiocy has to stop. It probably won’t happen until a drunken government employee is filling out a crossword while performing heart surgery on a baby and then detonates the world’s nuclear armaments while trying to update their social media. But in that flashpoint of our extinction we’ll finally realize we needed to dial back life’s complexity a bit.

So if you feel like giving up and want to be dead, don’t beat yourself up about it. We’re far beyond the threshold of human ability, and all of the things we expect of ourselves is totally crazy. So if you want to go out there and risk your life to seem normal, go right ahead. I’m going to take a nap.


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Apr 21

secretconstellation:

Whenever im feeling sad i try to tell myself you’re lucky to be in that position right now be grateful. Because someone out there is having a hard time and maybe dont have the chance to taste a good white bread down their throat.

Like right now. Im sad for some reason but i try to tell myself to be blessed with what im feeling right now. Because eventhough im feeling all sad and depress, at least i can sleep to sweep the feelings away. Waiting and hoping all day all night.

Im thankful for whatever feelings i have right now. So whenever im feeling like shit next time, i’ll try to be in someone else’s shoes and not complaining about it.

I’ll try.


1
Apr 12
http://live4it20.tumblr.com/post/82414354235/everything-will-be-okay-everything-will-be-okay

4
Apr 12

The Immortal Dreamer: Self-Help Diary #1

the-immortal-dreamer:

"Some of us have to grow up sometimes" - GROW UP, Paramore

Face things with maturity. Remember you’re too old to go crying over nothing. What was done was done and you cannot change it. Learn how to deal with the past and FORGIVE YOURSELF for your mistakes. Then get up, go ahead and Grow Up.


4
Apr 12

The Immortal Dreamer: Self-Help Diary #1

the-immortal-dreamer:

"Some of us have to grow up sometimes" - GROW UP, Paramore

Face things with maturity. Remember you’re too old to go crying over nothing. What was done was done and you cannot change it. Learn how to deal with the past and FORGIVE YOURSELF for your mistakes. Then get up, go ahead and Grow Up.