I spent 6 months of my young adult life incognito. Been lost and doubtful, deliberately hiding out at times because it gets too hard to answer inevitable questions about life plans when you don’t have any. In the last couple of days, it felt as though someone has flipped a switch in my head and clarity begins to seep through the fog. Taking a new step means facing more questions; but at the same time it closes a chapter and I now have a clearer idea of what I want in both the near and far future than I ever had, and I am going to work hard to make sure I never lose sight of that.
Step 1: Take a step to do things I’ve always had too much inertia to do.
Time for boxing and photography classes and maybe some parkour. And French next year!
There’s too much to do in this short lifetime for it to ever get boring.
LOVE this song. Cough Syrup by Young the Giant.
Twenty-three is the worst year. If you’re 23, I’m sorry. You’ll make it.
I love The Netherlands because it’s a place of acceptance. Where people can generally be who they are and do what they please, so long as they adhere within the constraints of the law and do not impose upon the will of others.
What many wrongly assume of the country, and in particular its capital, Amsterdam, is that it is a place of vice and indecency. There are many who have been forced into the sex trade in the Netherlands, yet this cannot be attributed to the Dutch themselves but also to the roaring international sex trade. I have always felt safe on the streets of Netherlands (as safe as one can reasonably be) and am always surprised to see campaigns like the above (and many others) from the “country of vice”.
Because with great liberation comes great visibility, and with great visibility comes great responsibility. Netherlands, you are not my country, but I am proud of you.