youth
i am fascinated by youth. i really do. i respect people who are unapologetically assured of their sense of individuality.
(incidentally, coetzee's youth is one of my favourite books. )
but damn, you find people who are suspended between the paradigm of youth and their path to adulthood. what is left .. neither the optimism of youth nor the wisdom of age. sadly, they end up becoming bitter, insecure, immature brats.
and that is why they don't inspire, even a degree doesn't save that. i've seen more inspiring meth addicts and whores. if these associations make me an immoral person, then i don't mind being one, not at all.
(incidentally, coetzee's youth is one of my favourite books. )
but damn, you find people who are suspended between the paradigm of youth and their path to adulthood. what is left .. neither the optimism of youth nor the wisdom of age. sadly, they end up becoming bitter, insecure, immature brats.
and that is why they don't inspire, even a degree doesn't save that. i've seen more inspiring meth addicts and whores. if these associations make me an immoral person, then i don't mind being one, not at all.
some of the people i find really interesting : sasha pivarova, cole mohr, hedi slimane, bjarke ingels
by the way, whoever messes with my friends have clearly not seen hell on earth. i will turn your skin inside out and rip your guts out.
posted by (nothingness) at 14:04
5 Comments:
they don't inspire because they were never inspired in the first place.
youth. what to do?
hey fai, for once i left your blog window opened. i must say i'm getting acquainted to your music. ; )
i like the first picture. i wouldnt mind looking sick like that.
One never does truly appreciate the power and beauty of youth until one gets old, or is about to.
To be reckless and foolish and get away with it. To know that tomorrow will rectify, to a certain degree, everything that's happened today.
Don't we all secretly wish we are young and reckless forever?
I think youth appeals to me because it's something so transient, and so fragile, and so rarely appreciated until it's gone.
You can see the temporariness in it all, and that makes all the difference somehow.
Or perhaps that's just the mood I'm in.
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