The bobbles and bits coming from the brain of a 21 year-old girl just trying to make it out of college in one piece and an expanded mind
how you spend your days is how you spend your life
I had seen this quote around the internet many times before, but never fully thought about what it is actually saying. then one day a year or two ago it hit me….literally how you spend your days is how you spend your life. seeing how the older you get, the faster time flies, i realize how significant this statement actually is. our time outside of the daily activities is LIMITED. so what will YOU do in that spare time?? create, read, learn, run, grow, explore, breathe?
that being said i also wonder…when Generation Y is on our death beds, will we regret all the time spent on screens? (i say this as i write to a screen).
i look around campus and everyone is on their phone missing out on the beauty of this place.
i look around class and everyone is on their phone missing out on a cherished education they are so lucky to recieve.
i walk by a bus stop and everyone is on their phone missing out on a potential life changing conversation with a stranger.
phones are now the first thing people see when they wake up, and its the last thing they look at before they go to bed. what is happening here? it can’t be healthy. but how do we avoid it? how to we slow the addiction, and step back from the media blob sucking us up?
delirious end of the semester thoughts to be continued
I have noticed that when all the lights are on, people tend to talk about what they are doing – their outer lives. Sitting round in candlelight or firelight, people start to talk about how they are feeling – their inner lives. They speak subjectively, they argue less, there are longer pauses. To sit alone without any electric light is curiously creative. I have my best ideas at dawn or at nightfall, but not if I switch on the lights – then I start thinking about projects, deadlines, demands, and the shadows and shapes of the house become objects, not suggestions, things that need to done, not a background to thought.
— Jeanette Winterson, Why I adore the night (via fuckinq)