Овцы-лошадки by Ivan Novikov, 1926.
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Овцы-лошадки by Ivan Novikov, 1926.
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you know what they say …… ‘lol’
you get used to it, but it's tiring, because they need you to understand your own life as a series of goalposts. what college are you going to, what's your major going to be, whatcha gonna do with that, oh where will you settle down, when can i expect grandkids.
for the longest time my goals have been so blurry that they track into each other, their undefined edges slipping quietly back into the soft night. today i want to be a writer; tomorrow i will want to be a doctor, later i will wish i took that law school free ride. how the fuck do people just know what they want to do with their life?
where do you want to be in five years? i want to be alive; which is a huge step for me. ten years ago i would have said i want to be asleep and meant i hope that i'm dead by then.
but i want a yellow kitchen and a stand mixer. i want a garden and a fruit tree (cherry, if i can make that happen) and a big yard for my dogs to play in. i want to come home and read poetry out loud to someone and have them close their eyes to listen. i want a summer watergun fight. i want to make snowmen. i want to be the house to go to for halloween. i want my life to settle around me in a softness, for it to lay down gently. if i am very, very, very lucky, i want to travel; finally go someplace overseas.
of course i don't know what i want to be doing professionally. what i actually want to be doing is curling up beside my dog, settling in to read. i want to be making myself a cup of good coffee.
i can't answer the other questions. whenever people asked me what do you want to be when you grow up, i used to say i hope i'm happy.
i hope i'm still kind, five years from now. i hope i never get jaded and mean. i hope i have stayed in therapy. what do you picture yourself doing? when will you actually be an adult about this? why are you so afraid of being ambitious?
am i not ambitious? the other day i rearranged my furniture which doesn't quite fit into my apartment. i watered my plants. i'm going to try to propagate a cherry seed. my five year goal is to spend more time laughing. to lie down in a patch of sunwarm moss. to relax for a minute. to close my eyes and think oh thank god. this is why i stayed. this is finally it.
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CREATE THE WORLD YOU WANT TO LIVE IN, NO MATTER HOW SMALL
READ VORACIOUSLY, WIDELY, DEEPLY, FOR FUN
WRITE DOWN YOUR THOUGHTS, PEN ON PAPER, WORDS AND IMAGES
STOP BUYING SHIT YOU DON'T NEED
MOVE YOUR BODY IN NEW AND EXCITING WAYS
DANCE AND SING LIKE IT MIGHT SAVE YOU, BECAUSE IT MIGHT
THERE ARE TIMES FOR SOLEMN CONTEMPLATION AND THERE ARE TIMES FOR MINDLESS ACTION, LEARN THE DIFFERENCE
DON'T BE AFRAID OF LOVING—EVERYTHING IS A PART OF THE WORLD