Something that really irks me to no end (doesn't that sound really awkward? irks me to no end...aha):

People who do not use what they have.
Who are selfish to the point of needing to go back to kindergarten and learn how to share.
Ok. THAT's a low blow, but .... idk I have no words to describe this further. Or how I need to.
Or how I should, here.


Why people are so insistent on stowing things away is beyond me.
We just collect moments, you know?

Obviously I'm still struggling with this concept myself or I wouldn't need to rely on this very post as a way out of it.
Sometimes it just really, really saddens me to see people acting in such ways.
Especially myself.


Please read everything by Eric Fromm.
The Art of Being kind of changed my life.
(In conjunction with a lot of other events lately.)


Also, watch Waking Life. Because it is amazing.


AND this blog, far beyond the stars, has struck a chord with everything I've been in search of.
(yes, i'm an english major with craptastic grammar skillz and sentences ending in prepostions)

Namely, truly LIVING a minimalist lifestyle.
Outside of my conditioning, outside of all these templates for how I "should" be that took away from everything that was important.
TRULY important.

In fact I've taken this perhaps a bit to the extreme, but that is how I choose to live.
I want to travel. To experience.
I'm not sure at this point what I'm going to do with the posts beneath this, because they are kind of representing states that were anything but delicious or nutritious.


But that's a part of this process I guess?
Documents of my downfalls.

But it's fall, and now more than ever I can feel something real taking root.
Growth in the death.
The desperation before the death.


Cos it's not hard to grow when you know that you just don't know.