I remember when I thought people in their 20’s were adults. Now all of my friends are in their 20’s and everybody is just kind of fumbling around bumping into each other, trying to figure out where the free food is……
so that’s pretty much what I’m expecting to experience for the next like 10 years.
the accuracy of this post is alarming.
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Stephen Colbert salutes UVA’s Class of 2013 | Speaking from one generation to another.
he mentioned semester at sea in his speech. i recommend listening to the whole thing.
"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."
-Wunderkammer: Did You Know (via wendesgray)it’s not about where you are, its who you are with.
People make the experiences, not places. I don’t remember the name of the karaoke bar in China, but I remember dancing to gangnam style with William and singing Taylor Swift with Ben, who knew all the words. I couldn’t tell you the name of the city in Vietnam, but I know the names of the Israeli tourists we met that night. I don’t know every little thing we did in India, but I remember our tuktuk driver and how he brought us into his home and his friends welcomed us into their home and made us feel like we were in our own home. I don’t know the names of the schools we visited in Ghana, but I remember the children’s smiling faces and how they begged me to bring them to America. And I could not for the life of me remember every place we went those nights in South Africa, but boy do I remember him.
Oscar-Winning Django Unchained, by Quentin Tarantino.
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I just want to sit across from you and look at your face. I want to study all your features and take them in. I want to run my hand through your hair and brush my fingers across your cheek. I just imagine us sitting and looking back at one another. Faint smiles on our faces.
