The fact that 21 is a bigger birthday than 18 just highlights exactly what’s wrong with our culture. Why are the moments we treasure most the fleeting moments of happiness what we vaguely remember through nights of drunk haze. Moments when we’re high and drunk where we aren’t our true selves, and we weren’t in reality. But an edited reality. Maybe that’s the dream, the allure to escape reality if only for a few hours, to not be yourself but some escalated version of the person you want to be. Is it because most can’t achieve lasting happiness? Is it because regular life is too mundane? I think we place value on the wrong things. I think it’s scary that we’re afraid silence and the deep thought that comes with it. Distractions are our savior. How can this minute be less than a minute? But why is the time running out so quickly? I’m not opposed to drugs and alcohol, I enjoy the moments of ecstasy while giggling with friends. But I don’t use it as a substitute for real happiness in my life or to avoid what’s going on in front of our faces. We’re so obsessed with going fast and speeding through life that we miss the most important things and we don’t realized we were never truly happy. I’d prefer to live in this reality, this world with all of it’s amazing faucets and wonders to offer. The day we gain access to all the world has to offer bring should be the most treasured birthday.¬†

lovesolitudes:

i actually feed on intelligence

i love it when people know a lot about a lot of things

about music, films, religion, beliefs, history

i love listening to peoples opinions 

i love big words

i want to suck in all these smart things like a sponge

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