What are your infinite possibilities?

I recently stumbled upon a short film created by YouTube channel, WongFu Productions. If you haven’t heard of them and are a fan of Asian-interest animations, it’s totally for you and you should check it out. You could say I could take this opportunity to explain why I take such an interest in films similar to this one.

Inspiration Post: The Socialite Termination

Long before the days of the beginning of a gut-wrenching era of +Gossip Girl, I found myself in this ‘feel-good’ sensation almost every time an episode aired.

Socialites are the mercurial centers of the upper-east side. They’ve put together an image of New York that is hard to beat. I remember the first episode of this lively series that kept me at the edge of my seat. Why was it that young teens taking part in the most insane, yet terrifically plausible chain of events find its way in relation to a life of my own? They had drama, they had the boys, they had the gossip. It all seemed incredibly, and unbelievably realistic in the sense that dramais what made it.

My mundane world seemed so ordinary compared to the lives they were living. But because my generation found something like this to cling to, what does that say about us?

Why do we strive to live and experience lives full of money-fueled issues, romantic escapades, and mysterious deaths that seem to go arry?

Leaving something to be talked about is what gets people going. It doesn’t matter what is said, as long as something is said. I would rather be talked about doing something out-of-the-ordinary rather than not being talked about at all.

Call me old-fashioned, but…

It’s the 21st century, so why am I still writing my thoughts on paper and wasting trees? In a sense, privacy is exciting. It’s like leaving a love note within the pages of a library book for someone else to find. It’s there for people to grab, but you have to work for it to find it…or accidentally come upon it. No one else can flip through your journal unless you give them permission to.

When you write in a journal, you’re writing to tell yourself, and to remind yourself how you once felt about a specific issue, emotion, moment. It is so different than upfront telling your friends about the guy you ran into at the coffee shop or the professor who wouldn’t cut you some slack. In a sense, a journal naturally encourages your subconscious to say what is on your mind without it talking back to you. It does not pass judgment and it does not offer you a different perspective. It is just there to hear you out.

I gotta say, it’s old-fashioned of me. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a social media freak. I love updating my Facebook status and tweeting my never-ending stream of consciousness, but every post is a risk to pass judgment.

People post photos of their Friday nights to show the world how much fun they’ve had, how many friends they’ve made, how great they looked. I mean, isn’t that what the Instagram filters are for essentially? Hey, I do the same thing. It’s addicting.

This is the beginning of my risk. Let’s keep it classy, ladies and gentleman.

 

–“The best things in life are truly unseen, which is why we close our eyes when we cry, kiss and dream…”