“Hiraeth;”

“Hiraeth; (n.) a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past”     -Definition of the Welsh word Hiraeth

It’s strange how quickly something from you past can come back to you. Something you think you had gotten over or didn’t care about anymore, but as soon as you are reminded its like being shot in the heart. But I think we have to remember sometimes, if not only so we can move forward. -MK

“These violent delights…”

“These violent delights have violent ends and in their triumph die, like fire and powder, which, as they kiss, consume.” -William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

It’s funny how quickly something that could have been good ends. We are always told to take chances, because ‘what’s the worst that could happen?’ Turns out, embarrassment hurts, even if it’s not obvious. I sometimes wonder how many things I’ve messed up, either because of searching for things to find wrong, or being scared or needy or even just going out of my comfort zone. It’s hard when every good thing has been fleeting, to think its worth putting effort into finding something good. -MK

“She’s the places…”

“She’s the places that she has a desire to visit. She’s the pieces of quotes that are splattered in ink in her favorite books. She’s the road trips she hopes to go on. She’s the beautiful characters that mesmerized her in her favorite books. She’s full of dreams, and I hope they one day come true.” -Alexa Evangelista (A. E.)

Tonight my heart hurts. But that is okay, because I know tomorrow I will wake up and everything will be back to normal. The only problem is that I have never wanted it to go back to normal. I need adventure, excitement, purpose in my life beyond a GPA. Unfortunately, there’s no sign of that for miles and years. So though I know it will all be normal tomorrow, tonight I am letting my heart hurt. -MK

“Here’s whats not beautiful about it…”

“Here’s what’s not beautiful about it: from here, you can’t see the rust or the cracked paint or whatever, but you can tell what the place really is. You can see how fake it all is. It’s not even hard enough to be made out of plastic. It’s a paper town. I mean, look at it, Q: look at all those culs-de-sac, those streets that turn in on themselves, all the houses that were built to fall apart. All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm. All the paper kids drinking beer some bum bought for them at the paper convenience store. Everyone demented with the mania of owning things. All the things paper-thin and paper-frail. And all the people, too. I’ve lived here for eighteen years and I have never once in my life come across anyone who cares about anything that matters.” -John Green, Paper Towns

There are so so many things in this life that are worth attention. there are so many things that go unnoticed or unappreciated. There are so many people who live for the purpose of stability. Stability in their careers, relationships, families, routines, and I’m not saying that’s a bad thing, it works for a lot of people! There are those people, content with their life, their ‘purpose’, and then there are those for whom normality will never be enough. There is a group of us who crave adventure, cold wind, racing hearts and the feeling of being truly and utterly alive. For us, steady income and a house with a mortgage may never be what we want. We may never settle, and we may not have the “perfect life”. But we will spend every minute on this Earth trying to make a difference and run through meadows and catch sunsets and kiss strangers and simply live. Except, unfortunately for us, it’s almost never that simple. -MK

“Someone once told me…”

 

“Someone once told me to always / live for the little things / in life. / live for the 5am sunrises and the 5pm sunsets / where you’ll see colours in the sky that / don’t usually belong. / live for road trips and bike rides / with music in your ears and / the wind in your hair. / live for days when you’re surrounded / by your favorite people who make you realise / that the world is not a / cold, harsh place. / live for the little things because / they will make you realise that / this is what life is about, / this is what it means to be alive.” -(a.y)

I’ve been noticing more and more recently that people are constantly talking and almost never saying anything of importance. Lots of other teenagers in my generation can’t stop buying the latest technology or constantly sharing status updates of what they’ve eaten or worn or hung out with, it’s as if nothing is ever treasured anymore. While I can agree that social media is a fantastic way to keep in touch with friends and promotes the spread of ideas and information, I often wonder if it’s too much. I’ve seen so many of my friends base themselves on ho w many likes they get or how many followers they have. I’ve even heard of people who take photos off of their account if they don’t get a certain number of likes, and this worries me. There are so many things we could be, whether or not we found the perfect filter. I think we should live life unfiltered. The more people focus on the life and people and opportunities in front of them, the easier it will be to enjoy the journey. Go to a concert, write a book, kiss your soulmate, drink hot chocolate, watch some fireworks, just live. Life isn’t meant to be lived through a screen. -MK

“If you’re a dreamer, come in…”

“If you are a dreamer, come in. If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar, A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer . . . If you’re a pretender, come sit by my fire, For we have some flax golden tales to spin. Come in! Come in!” -Shel Silverstein.

I feel as if nowadays everything moves a bit too fast. I also believe people don’t talk about important things enough, and the world could be a much better place if people followed their dreams instead of just dreaming about them. I am a hopeless romantic, learning how to grow up, and hoping to make a difference. Enjoy.  -MK