Where are all the people who aren’t fooled by modern christian dogma!? Why aren’t we friends already!?
I’m at that awkward evolutionary point in my life where I am coming into my own, building on life lessons and quite honestly “growing up” in my own way and the change is causing certain friends to experience feelings of discomfort. With my particular crew of guys, we have all been friends for about 6 years now and have been through alot of shit together. Over the past 2 years, I have slowly separated myself become introverted and have returned to my core, exploring my love for books and literature, classic music from accomplished artists, playing and learning new music, getting tattoo work done, furthering my BDSM and D/s education in order to better develop my own D/s relationship. Suffice it to say, I’ve forsaken the college kid, party-every-night lifestyle for a life of deeper meaning. This change in me has developed slowly but can be seen in everything I do from the conversations I have to the clothes I wear. Most, if not all of this, does not sit well with some of my friends. I can see in them a longing to find meaning and purpose as I do but instead of admitting to that vulnerability, they express through anger and disbelief. Even going so far as to cast blame on my girlfriend for changing me, as if the positive steps I’ve taken in my life are somehow a negative reflection on her character. Nothing could be further from the truth. My little girl came into my life and certainly introduced me to new things, but more importantly was the mirror that showed me what I was capable of, she was the person that brought out what was already inside me.
The anarchist in me proclaims that the fact of the matter is that it’s a fucked up world we live in, ‘we’re all just floating along waiting for someone who can walk on water’. Realistic pessimism, I know. We all want to live a life of meaning, of some great purpose, we want to know that the struggle we endure every day is not in vain. Some find that purpose in a job, raising a child, a career, or worse yet, a religion. The truth is no one is going to give you purpose, YOU have to find that on your own. YOU have to CREATE that purpose on your own. YOU have to CREATE your own happiness. I don’t engage in hatred or negative talk, my younger self would have, but now I see the source of the anger and feel sympathy for the person it is coming from.
The more I see of this world, the more I witness a sea of lost souls, just floating along, some waiting to arrive at happiness’ door, others saying, “Fuck this!” and creating a joyful life their damn selves. No one is getting out of this life alive, so you best make it worthwhile. If that means you mature a little and cause your friends butt to hurt a little bit, then SO FUCKING BE IT. No one made me who I am today but ME, and I’ll be damned if I made this struggle alone only to be criticized by a “friend” that was too scared to do the same. Do what you love to do, stop listening to what society tells you to do and start doing what the fuck makes YOU happy.
Why do we not discuss clouds more?
I mean look at that. That’s water.
LIKE WHAT THE FUCK, WHY DO WE EVER STOP TALKING ABOUT THIS
WHAT IS THIS
HOW IS THIS EVEN
AND NOW THE FLYING WATER IS EATING A MOUNTAIN
GOD DAMN, WHAT
This is my favorite post on Tumblr.