I didn't realise that people thought that it wasn't true. And that's the truth for so many of you watching right now. You didn't think it was true that there were 15-16 hours a day. You thought they were hyperbolised and that it was 8 or 9. You didn't realise that every minute was something. You didn't realise that it was everyday...always...forever. And umm, and not that this is for everybody, but it speaks to uhh...it surely has eliminated the luck thing and what I don't think people realise is this has been going on every day for the last 7 years at this pace. Every day, every single day, 2000 days in a row, just y'know pounding and grinding and hustling. Big clients to AJ and I strategising to investment opportunity coming up right now. y'know, where do you think all these answers are come from? Do you think they come from kicks and giggles, do you think I'm sitting for an hour on the beach listening to someone else's podcast and regurgitating? Because I know who’s regurgitating my shit. I know who you are, I watch it. I get it, I understand. I watch it, I get it and I understand because I'm putting in the work, because in between when DRock is looking for the b-roll right now, I'm on my phone. I'm answering, I’m reading I’m figuring out. I'm consuming the market.
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Oh by the way I didn’t take an hour lunch. Oh by the way I didn’t take 15 minutes to watch some bullshit, oh by the way I didn’t have a 22 min talk, oh by the way I didn’t take a 5pm beer. Ever. Ever. Not today, not for the next 7000 episodes of Daily Vee.
Gary Vaynerchuck, DAY IN AND DAY OUT | DailyVee 011
Letting down our guards extends permission to others to be open in return. “I’ll tell you my secret if you tell me yours.” Trading truth for truth is one of the oldest tricks in the book, and although the game has changed, its remains the most effective approach for being truly understood. Ultimately, we all want the opportunity to be candid in exchange for honesty. So, it comes as no surprise that we place such high value on transparency from the people we engage with.
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We’ve all seen the consequences when truth is concealed, then unceremoniously revealed, so why compromise any relationship given all the benefits of just telling it like it is? The answer: fear. We assume that holding our cards close will give us the upper hand, but it is always truth that wins in the long game. For real though
You guys try to make love easier but you’re missing the whole point. It’s not supposed to be easy. It’s supposed to test you; break you down and hurt like hell. But who you choose to go through that with, that’s what’s really important.
Ben Su | Everything Before Us (via pandlax)
Definitely one of my favourite quotes from the Wong Fu movie, check it out if you haven’t already: https://vimeo.com/ondemand/everythingbeforeus
Our job, as creators, is to further define any medium. Our job is to create the new clichés, not adhere to those that were defined by generations past.
Wildfire - Cossette
“Wildfire is an experiential and events company. Their mission is to spark conversation. To bring this to life, we built the brand identity around a textural match strike pattern, clean typography and bold use of colour to echo the playful personalities of the founders and their modern approach to creating genuine brand experiences. As a physical manifestation of this, their business card also works as a functional match strike pad.”
Grain Chair - Yuki Yoshikawa of Nanashiproducts
The coloured gouache paint is applied to pick out the grain in the wood, then filed down with sand paper and repainted multiple times until the desired effect is achieved.
The green, red and blue colours were chosen to represent spring leaves, autumn leaves and the sky.
Felix Gonzalez-Torres’s Untitled (Perfect Lovers), 1991
[The work] consists of a pair of inexpensive, plain-faced wall clocks, ticking away side by side. The instructions for installation insist that the two be set at exactly the same time, but because of their imprecise mechanisms, it is only a short time before one of the clocks falls a second or two behind the other. “The beauty of the piece is that it is a very perfect image of what a couple is, trying to stay on the same page but never actually being able to,” says Molesworth. (via)
Gonzalez-Torres dedicated the work to his lover Ross Laycock, who died of an AIDS-related illness the same year.
We are the 23-year-olds. We are the ones squirming in our chairs at the office because we still feel awkward in our grown-up clothes. We strut through city streets with eyes cast toward our screens, desperately seeking any source that will tell us the decisions we’ve made are valid. We work hard in jobs we aren’t sure we want to make those fancy degrees feel worth it, and we date people we aren’t sure we love to make everything feel less lonely.
We spend hours drinking wine on apartment floors, promising one another that those who broke our hearts will not own us forever. We zone out in grad school classrooms or type away in junior offices or teach English in Rwanda, all the while wondering if we are supposed to be somewhere else.
We are 23, and hangovers hurt now. Most of our conversations these days center on assuring one another we are going to be okay. We are proud of each other but hard on ourselves. When a friend does something as simple as cooking a food more complex than pasta, we applaud her, yet we berate ourselves for not yet having a corner office or a bestselling memoir or a thriving startup.
We dance all night to Taylor Swift because she understands. We love who we want, and we hate labels. We are not in college anymore, and we’ve just become too old to crash their parties. Everyone we know no longer lives on the same block, and we long for the days of running back and forth between houses at 1 a.m. We have few obligations, yet we are always stressed, wondering if life will ever be more certain.
Our breakups never end because social media keeps reminding us of our exes. Even when we block them or unfriend them, their names are bound to pop up on our news feeds below pictures they’ve liked, and their faces assault us when mutual friends post albums. We hate online dating, but we all do it because it feels like the only way. We spend as much time swiping on Tinder as we do with actual human beings.
We are 23, and we constantly try to tell ourselves to stop complaining and enjoy our youth. Life isn’t really that bad. We have our families, our friends and our health. We are young and vibrant and the world is ours. We are closer to our parents than the 23-year-olds who came before us, and many of us are lucky enough to still have their support. We have the time to go to bars and be with friends. We get to party and work and not worry about others depending on us. Yet all this fear remains, and it melts us into pessimists. Because life is pretty good, and still we can’t stop worrying. So we worry even more about what will happen to us when there are real things to worry about.
We hear the grown-ups urge us to calm down. They tell us it will all fall into place, that if they could give advice to their younger selves it’d be to send the butterflies away and have a good time before age catches up with us. We hear them say these things, but we don’t believe them. Things don’t just fall into place. We have to put them there, and we feel like every second we spend streaming movies from our bedrooms is a second we are not putting ourselves out there. Yet we stream on.
We waste time the same way we did in college, only now doing so makes us uncomfortable. We are at the point in our lives where we have realized the futility of sitting around watching Gilmore Girls episodes we’ve seen one hundred times, but we lack the resources and maturity to actually do something to change that. We are too old to go out every night, but we are too young to stay in and do nothing. We want to be more productive and live a more worthwhile existence, but we haven’t quite figured out how. We don’t yet have children or spouses or secure jobs or whatever it is that would make us feel like we had more of a reason to live. We don’t necessarily want those things, but we do want something. So we sit in this limbo, wishing there was something less worthless to do than watch Luke and Lorelei argue over coffee, yet continuing to do it while the butterflies flutter around our stomachs.
We are 23, and even though we are worried all the time, we still don’t want to get older. We never want to reach the point where we cannot be considered kids, even though the studies we read say people are actually happier in their 30s. Because we may be scared, but we are still 23, and boy do we have fun. We try to stop punishing ourselves for not becoming the next Lena Dunhams and Mark Zuckerbergs, but we overlook the fact that they are the exception to the rule of 23. Because for most of us, at 23 life detonates as we suddenly forget why we chose that major or moved to this city or loved that person. All we want is to understand who we are, and we can’t. Only time will tell us.
Everything seems to be exhausting me, no matter how much sleep or how much coffee I drink or how long I lie down, something inside me seems to have given up. My soul is tired.
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