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Leave What You Know.

Clouds at Independence hall of Korea. credit:Corrinne Bollendorf

There are times when everyone finds themselves in that “sweet spot,” you know those times, when you are confident in every step you take, you know exactly who you are and what you want in life. Even if that moment was short-lived, that kind of satisfactoral bliss has been felt by everybody at one point.

But more often than not, something happens to interrupt that bliss along the way, interfering and changing. What you were sure of yesterday, begins to be untrue the next. The way you thought you looked through the eyes of others seems disturbed or frozen, the permanate lines you thought would never be crossed are now starting to bleed into one another. You don’t exactly know why. Sometimes the reasons are small, sometimes they are big. Maybe you lost a bit of yourself while building so much love for another, or maybe you’ve become jaded by the people and city around you, getting lost in the actions, forgetting about the bigger picture; forgetting about yourself.

I must admit that I was feeling that way before I left for Korea, it wasn’t a bad or negative feeling but just a peculiar one. Today, visiting the Independence Hall of Korea I felt that I was beginning to see myself again for the first time, I realized that I had lost a bit of myself in the past year. I’m not hard on myself about it because forgetting things about yourself or what you want just happens –it’s just part of the game. Thankfully, however, I’ve found a way to combat this forgetfulness, at first it may seem counterproductive but actually it has worked for me so far.

Completely abandoning the things I knew and loved, allowed me to re-discover myself. In essence, placing myself in a situation where I have to start from scratch, and for the most part, be utterly vulnerable and dependent on myself–has awakened the hybernating traits within me that I haven’t used in a while. They never left me completely, I just misplaced them for a bit.

All I know, is that today I’m exactly where I need to be, and I know who I am. All I can know is today.

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Positivity-A Brief Examination.

Positivity is different from optimism. Positivity is something we all practice, even if we don't know it, while optimism is a way of thinking some chose to take part in consciously.

It has been weeks now since a  7.0 magnitude earthquake delivered unspeakable tragedy among the beautiful people of Haiti. It is times like these when the human condition is called into question, and our realization of our own mortality is flashed before us.

Historic events like this– that awaken our senses, shake our core, and leave us feeling insignificant and small in this complex universe;  is exactly what life is all about. Now, this may not be the most positive conclusion to the meaning of life, but I promise you there will be postivity in this post!

Let me explain. Horrible things happen every day, hell, every second of the day; but despite all these horrible atrocities that plague society, life still goes on. Humans still find life worth living.

Why is this?

Why shouldn’t humanity just give up now? Why shouldn’t we just blow each other up in a nuclear Armageddon? Why should we open the door for an elderly person? Why should we donate money to help others in distress?

Because of positivity.

I’m not talking about the superficial kind of positivity, A.K.A  the delusional obliviousness that a large number of people only practice to protect themselves from reality… its more than that.

What I’m speaking of is the feeling you get when you almost bite the dust, when you step off from that curb and an idiot guy in a BMW almost puts you six feet under. When you see your best friend struggling to cope with an addiction, or a member of your family has been indefinitely buried underneath the concrete remains of an earthquake.

You must be thinking, what the hell am I talking about here?

This positive intuition will not announce itself to you  immediately after an experience of inner turmoil  or a life threatening situation. However, the fact that you care what happens to you and to others, combined with the undeniable conclusion that everyone eventually dies–shines a burning light of hope through you that permeates with others even if you are the most pessimistic of people.

What I’ve come to learn,and what I wish you would consider, is that hope=positivity.

No matter how hard life gets, we hope to overcome the hardships we face, and in doing so we practice positivity whether we know it or not.

Though I may not always see the light at the end of the tunnel every day, I know that it’s there and it will always remain if hope persisits.

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Commuter Contemplations.

Wether you commute during the week or just the weekends, commuting can sometimes be transcendent.

Wether you commute during the week or just weekends; commuting can sometimes become a transcendent experience.

The speed of your tires hitting the grey concrete creates a soothing wisshing noise as your feet, thighs, and back, slowly begin to melt and contour into the shape of the driver’s seat. Your hands and eye lids are heavy with fatigue, yet you are alert and agile; weaving your way over to the fast lane like its second nature. You are no longer driving, you are no longer in the car; you become this apparatus.

The car is now an extension of you, there is no beginning or end to your body.

As my eyes begin to glaze over, consumed by the comfortable numbness that is driving, I can’t help but think of my fellow commuters who are going through the same motions as I am. I wonder where they are going or what they did this weekend. Was their weekend fun or stressful? Did they commute back home to visit family? To work? To mix some business with pleasure?

I am completely alone with my thoughts, and the road is an ideal place to be left alone. However I fear where my idle thoughts may lead, I fear they will overcome me.  For the hour and a half drive terrifies me at times, when I know my thoughts that day are not comfortable ones. I am left thinking about all the things I have said, all the good and bad experiences that I have had , and all the people I have left behind; I take all of these thoughts and question relentlessly, “how did I get here?”

Just after Oceanside and before Camp Pendleton, the partly cloudy skies are illuminated with the hazy oranges and purples of the sunset. I look around at other drivers, hoping that maybe I will catch some other nameless commuters eye and they will miraculously nod at me in understanding, comforted by the fact that we are not alone in this journey.

I still have a long way to go.

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Stockholm Syndrome, Pre-destination, and Destitution = My Life The Past Couple Weeks.

Me channeling Patty Hearst.

Me channeling Patty Hearst

 

Life as we know it; the Milky Way.

Life as we know it; the Milky Way.

 

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Being broke is not as fun as I previously thought.

As the caffeine surges through my body, my hands tremble furiously, nearly every thought I have ever had in my life have all gathered to form a giant stampede through my brain. It is now that I regret the hastily consumption of an iced double shot espresso that I inhaled 15 minutes ago, and it is now that I lose myself in a flurry of, “How did I get here? What do I need to do today? and, didn’t I just buy toilet paper yesterday?”

The incident just described is an incident that I have been going through on an annoyingly  regular basis, which has been a fatiguing drain on my brain. The last weeks leading up to the start of November have undoubtedly been weird ones. I found myself fixating on controversial revolutionaries, cursing passages from Heidegger’s “Being In Time,” (which is like reading hieroglyphics by the way) all why playing the worlds tiniest violin regarding my financial woes or brokeness.

About two weeks ago I decided that I was going to be Patty Hearst for Halloween. The idea kind of just came to me like a prophetic calling after going through numerous costume ideas. However, looking back at the situation, I have concluded that last week I was actually experiencing Stockholm Syndrome. Not in the sense that I was kidnapped from my wealthy cookie cutter life into a militant extremist group via Patty Hearst,  but more in the sense that I have been awakened to escape the Stockholm Syndrome that I call American life.

Maybe this odd awakening or emerging anxiety could be the combination of the caffeine along with the absurdities of Heidegger implying that everything you do in life is basically determined by your culture and other people; pre-destination.  Or maybe I am just finally realizing that being a student with an unreliable job equals being broke if you don’t have a trust fund. I try to imagine myself as a broke intellect, or kidnapped heiress to help me feel cool and romantic about my finacial situation, but it doesn’t work sadly for it is too contrived and unbeleivable!

Yes, this month has been interesting.

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Get Lost to Find Your Way.

David Bowie and Jennifer Connely starring in the movie "Labyrinth."

David Bowie and Jennifer Connely starring in the movie "Labyrinth."

If you have not yet viewed the 1986 cult classic “Labyrinth,” I suggest you run down to the nearest Blockbuster or Netflix it immediately. I am a huge fan of this movie and as I was browsing through my Netflix account the other day trying to find a movie to watch instantly on my computer I came across this old gem.

The “Labyrinth,” encompasses the journey of 15-year-old Sarah, who is fed up with the harsh life of babysitting her little brother while her “rotten” parents constantly misunderstand her. So fed up with the trials and tribulations of teenage angst she calls upon the goblin king (David Bowie) to take her annoying little brother away so she will never have to babysit again. However, thinking that the goblin king of goblin city is fictional, she is shocked to find her baby brother moments later, gone from his crib. With that, the goblin king appears before her, offering her a life filled with whatever she desires as long as she promises her baby brother to remain with the goblin king forever. Suddenly realizing the fate she unintentionally placed on her innocent baby brother, she urges the goblin king to reconsider and return him. But alas, he refuse, the only chance she has of ever getting her brother back would be to complete the daunting and ill-fated journey of solving the Labyrinth which leads to the castle of the goblin king, and only when reaching his castle will there ever be hope of seeing her beloved sibiling again.

After watching this film for the 5th time, I realized now, more than ever, that when you stray away from the path that you are currently on,whether it be unintentional or not; can be a monumental moment.

When life becomes so predictable and routine, we tend to forget the greatness of the world and for that matter, take for granted the people and places that surrounds us. So when we lose track of where we are, trip over a rock, or get bumped towards another path with no clue how to get back to whatever we left behind; we become disoriented. Even though this disorientation can be for only a few seconds or last a life time, the fact of the matter is, if we are never driven onto paths that are unknown or scary, we can never learn to find the means to embrace life wholly or carve out a new distinct one.

How liberating it is to get lost, to drift away from a fixated path, to walk besides an unknowable shadow. Lose your way in the Labyrinth of the everyday, take a wrong turn, walk backwards,stop calculating your route; guess.

Remember as the wise man said to Sarah in the film, “forward is sometimes the way back.”

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Say Something, Anything

English 247, SDCC, Spring 2013

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A writer perservers. A Writer endures. A Writer writes because they must

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My goal with this blog is to offend everyone in the world at least once with my words… so no one has a reason to have a heightened sense of themselves. We are all ignorant, we are all found wanting, we are all bad people sometimes.

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