Youth be free, Not Fake

 

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Japanese T-Shirts and other products are infamous here for not making a whole lot of sense. What most people likely do is put whatever they want to say in Google Translate and think that’s good enough. Many things get lost in translation and you can end up with many raised eyebrows and cocked heads. I keep my eye out for ones that actually mean something. One of the recent ones that I’ve found is on this bag. Most of the students have no clue what they are wearing, and after I explained this one to the owner, he nodded in agreement.

It summed up what I had been thinking about that exact day. I had been talking with my sister and we discussed the usual worries and slightly irrational fears that comes with being young. The running theme throughout the talk was, “What should I doooooooooooo“?

We are caged in the idea that we have to know what we want to do. We have to have a plan. We have to have the right balance all the time. While I was traveling, however, the spontaneous moments were the times that changed my course for the better and great things happened when I least expected it. It is the social pressure around us that is pushing us to take the more conservative step instead of the leap of faith.

Mistakes go hand-in-hand when you are following your gut so you have to give yourself a little legroom when you make the not-so-right choices. There is no shame in admitting when you are wrong. We love to (and in a way, trained to) show the staged part of ourselves. We love the attention and the likes on our profile pictures, but perhaps the freedom comes when you embrace both the cringe-worthy and positive sides because that’s what makes us human. That’s what makes each of us beautiful and 100+ Facebook like-worthy in our own way.

Write to learn what you know.

I strolled on home after work today with my mind swimming with thoughts. I missed my fast train home, and I thought about how others would react to this. Some would be annoyed, and some would mutter a curse word beneath their breath. I find myself not to be like this though. Especially since I have taken up the habit of having a book in my bag at all times. I catch stray thoughts as I wait. What is the point of complaining? The world won’t stop spinning for whiney humans either way.

I keep realizing over and over how many things I want to express and how many dreams I would love to uncover for myself. My problem is though that I don’t think about how I will make my dreams come true; rather, I passively spend my time thinking about other places I could be and other things I could do. Something has to change and I had to find something to nudge me along to make that change.

I find that writing has the magical power to do that. Not only writing in my blog, but writing four pages of journal a day I found to be quite therapeutic as well. You can see the course of your life before your eyes– your thoughts in the morning and in the evening. After time passes, just like a dream journal I imagine, you will soon find patterns in your thoughts and it will be up to you to change them. The interesting part is, you don’t rely on an outside source for this as much as you rely on yourself . You write to learn what you already know.

By the way, would anyone want a free postcard from Japan?