Wednesday, February 27, 2013

The Internet






"Don't let your struggle become your identity"



One of those quotes you see posted by a friend on Facebook (In my case at least) and you either pass on, try to understand it and just deem it too hard it and click down. Or you are simply dumb founded because most of the time that's what we do isn't it? I personally have let an experience change my view in life. Doesn't over coming your struggle really show how much you have grown or learned? But the point of the quote is that "Don't let your struggle become our identity." A bitter humor comes to mind when I think about it,because it is very simple yet not easily done. Sometimes even impossible. Being hurt in some way makes you put up a wall and a defense, at the very core of it, it's to your benefit. I think we should learn from our struggles, but don't let the pain become who we really are. Not letting it take control of your life and dictating your decisions. But learning from experiences and moving from it makes you strong. You can protect yourself better and try to never lose yourself. Because at the end of the day, (without trying to blame but to really tell the truth) The world is F*@*%# up! What does it mean to you?

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

STUDY

There is nothing in this world that is simply just there to exist. Each and everything that is done has a purpose behind it. Being aware of that is how you become an observant, a great mind.

Awkward and sex

These are my new favorites of photography this week. Hope you like them and please pay attention to each image, each has something that is trying to tell. The title is a good place to start if you are lost or want a point of view.











Sober


Sitting in my room, I feel awake for the first time but in a way always trapped. I've realized it is something that I have been feeling since at young age; a simple dark paradise. I was never alarmed by it because I had always considered it to be the norm. The second half of the year has been one of the darkest times of my life. I feel absolutely dead inside, numb to everything. I have done drastic things and put myself in situations that I know are stupid, so I can somehow wake myself inside. Happiness was luxury that I did not have and easily fleeting. I partied and did drugs as a way not to feel. I now understand that some things that I have done were mistakes that were beautiful addictions. Mistakes that I knew were the end of me, but emptily did not care. A simple and silent existence. A way of shutting down when the heart tells the mind “I am sorry, this time No.”

Monday, February 4, 2013