We’ve collectively forgotten that we find God not in our own self-interests, but in the poor, the outcast, the stranger, the sick, the destitute, the sinner, and those outside our own religious or cultural bubbles.
Apparently none of us work. We’re all entitled brats. We think things are owed to us without working for them. Nobody in the Millennial generation understands what it’s like to be an adult.
4. “Where is that accent from” is a question that literally every single person that met your parents asked.
The men follow with their knives and guns. It’s dark and windy. Thunder crashes and lightning sporadically brightens the surroundings.
“I know of no better life purpose than to perish in attempting the great and the impossible.”
I realized that my calorie-laden treat wasn’t to blame, instead the ending of La La Land was hitting me harder than any movie had done before. I felt an overwhelming urge to both vomit and run away, a strange reaction to a relatively happy go lucky Christmas musical.
“So yearnful are we for real social bonds that our new wave fantasies are the rudimentary pleasantries of 25 years ago – thanks to the shackles of the World Wide Web, legions of young people today view banal chit chats with waitresses and optometrists as unrealistic as ChatRoulette sessions with Darth Vader and Slender Man.”
If lives are measured in moments, then art is what keeps us alive.
I didn’t invent the choose yourself community. The cubicle job did.
Travel is blurry memories, eager eyes, dizzy feet, and foreign streets.