If you know me in person, knowing how much I love Switzerland, you were probably expecting this post.
With a world full of adults acting like children, it’s obvious that we are afraid of growing up and all the struggles it will bring. But since there is no fortunate escape from it, why try to change the reality instead of accepting it?
Honestly, I don’t remember where any of these quotes first came from, but right now, they are reaching you from my little notebook of quotes.
◦ We all come from the sea, but we are not all of the sea. We, children of tides, must return to it again and again.
◦ Just because you feel it, doesn’t mean it’s there. Just because you’re scared, doesn’t mean fear exists.
To give some brief information: The movement of Minimalism started in New York, late 1960s, to present itself as “cool over dramatic” in many art forms. Minimalist artists and scholars believed that with fewer material and fewer possession, comes the limpid and the clearer life.
You know those places that make you feel out of time & place, right? The ones that make you feel comfortable, relaxed and peaceful outside your own home.
I obviously use social media constantly, even to share this post. It is beneficial in many ways, joyful and fun to see a hint of other people’s lives, I’ll accept that. But everything is fun and games until you start to compare your life with those pretty images. Nowadays, we stopped using social media to socialise, we use it to lurk into people’s lives, and get jealous. Social media have become something about sociology and psychology, more than technology. If you are one of those few people who are fully satisfied with your life and do not need to compare yourself to others, I am really happy for you. But I’m not like that. keep going
Ever since the beginning of humanity, the meaning of “self” is being debated. If you haven’t thought of it yet, I assure you, some day you will. I have always been someone that felt a lot, saw a lot and understood a lot. I knew there were questions that were hunting me; but I was never able to give a name to them.
Now, I know what those questions are: What am I & why am I the way I am?
I wonder if my “self” is created through forced thoughts from the outside world, or if it is just my soul. Am I living the life I truly want, or am I living the life society wants me to live?