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Optimystic (@optimystic) 7 years, 4 months ago

Introduction
We have trouble telling the truth on a number of occasions, and resisting the arrest of our lies has become increasingly difficult over the years. It’s become taboo to speak our minds, and it’s become uncomfortable as ever to breach the sweet facades our lies provide. The act of expressing ourselves has become taxing over the years, leaving us breathless, despondent, and utterly without hope. and at times, I think we’ve become breathless as a result. becomes difficult to breath or function as a result. Sure, there are some individuals who have sidestepped the unfortunate fate, but the majority of us have all but become imprisoned in the expectations of others, and ourselves. Obviously, this is a hindrance to our collective well-being. Obviously, it shouldn’t be the status quo, but it is. There are camps devoted to the notion and nobility of sharing such things, of course—and I do not mean to sound as definitive as I already have—but my own life experiences have taught me that there are several individuals out there suffering as a result of what I’ve explained. We just want to be ourselves, dammit, and that should not be a difficult task.
I’ve come across a lot of damaged souls on my way to young adulthood, and I know I’m not the only one who has. I’ve seen some lovely dreams shattered, absolutely precious hopes crushed, healthy hearts smashed to little bits and pieces, and beings put through such tumultuous rages that it’s a wonder they continue to exist today. I’ve been privy to depression on a personal scale, and I’ve witnessed it in others too many times to count, and as I perpetually recall the words of Henry David Thoreau that we live lives of “quiet desperation,” I know that I’m not alone in those regards, either. I think any reasonably loving individual would be pained by that realization, and for whatever godforsaken reason, I’ve found myself especially so. Perhaps all the philosophy I’ve gotten into over the years has opened my eyes wide to the suffering we endure, but whatever the reason is, I’ve been unable to shake the thought. Call me naïve, delusional, or even falsely altruistic, but I believe that things can be better than they are now, and not just for me, but for each and every one of us young persons. I had an epiphany some time ago that basically told me to do something about it or else, and so here I am, or rather, here I was, offering what comforting words I could to dry eyes and whet the appetites of spirits the world around. It’s obviously impossible for me to get to every person in the world on a personal scale, so these words, for better or for worse, will have to suffice for lifting us all collectively up. It is my sincere wish with that with them, a relatable hand to those my age will appear.
I’m only twenty-two years old, so yes, I am in fact ignorant and more chuffed with idealistic-sounding ideas than your average man, but however unaware of my surroundings, resources, or reality I may be, I can say truthfully that I’ve yet to come across an object of any chronicling significantly the agonies and ambitions of young adulthood. I am aware that many talk about love, self-degradation, and odd combinations of the two, but I’d be truly remiss to say that any have satisfied me to any superhuman-esque degree. I’m disappointed by that fact, and though I may be ignorant of such relevant literature that does exist, the fact that nothing has ever come to my wandering mind speaks volumes to me. There needs to be a safe space for emerging adults. There ought to be at least one definitive resource—literarily or otherwise—that can not only capture, but also uplift and redirect our unique and ever-evolving energies, mentalities, and ways of life to pleasurable and progressive states, and with Dream Currency, I intend to provide just that.
So many people that I’ve met in life have expressed sentiments of indecision and hesitation, mental pain and spiritual anguish, and lacked validation and love. I wouldn’t say that I’m surprised by this, and yet, I’m far from comfortable with this familiarity. These are no desirable phenomenons, and yet, we’ve come to accommodate them like friends we’ve tried and failed to shed. This is no triumph for tolerance. Our collective well-being suffers from such thorns hung on to, and as we continually make space for them, they dig deeper, crippling us without regard. We can stop and even reverse this mindless trend we’ve tangoed with, but it takes a rare awareness to do so—one not many of us are familiar with or have the kind of time to cultivate. Well, luckily for you, I have chosen to suffer with my thoughts to provide just that. I want us all to have a resource to tap into when times get tough, and also when they get tremendous.
For the remainder of Dream Currency, I’m going to take as practical of a look into my life experiences as I can in order to craft this sort of existential haven for us young people to use. It’ll be one that is ever-maturing and mistake-prone, but also excitedly optimistic as that’s the state we all ultimately want to end up at. I’ve come across too many despondent souls while growing up; it’s time to convert permanently those at risk.

Chapter 1
I hope you’ve been to a million places. If you’ve been startled, scared shitless, overcome with grief or despair, or on the brink of self-elimination, you’re welcome here. Conversely, if you’ve been to the stratosphere with glee, jumping for joy, smiling from head to toe, or robed in laughter, you’re, too, welcome here. The business of helping others—and of seeking help for yourself—does not discriminate based on past triumphs or defeats, and, in fact, the more experience you have with the aforementioned states, the better equipped you’ll be to march forward into a beautiful future for yourself and others. We all come from different backgrounds—this fact is certain as the sun coming up—but we’re all united in an interest to make our lives as comfortable and well-intending as possible. Unfortunately, we’ve come to equate our getting to such desirable states with others having to sacrifice their own pursuits in the process, but believe that we’re all together in our twisted and gnarled adventure, and you’ll find that the ascent to your ideal way of life is not only possible, but made all the more probably because of it. I challenge you to start thinking this way and seeing the results that flower forth.
When I grew up, and by “grow up” I mean when I was conscious enough to think ahead, I wanted to be a waiter at a Mexican restaurant. I don’t know why that was the case, but I told my parents and even some of my school teachers about my wish, anyway. They laughed, and at the time, I didn’t understand why, so I just smiled and soaked in the happiness my desire seemed to unfold. It was enough, at the time, to have an idea of what I wanted to. I didn’t need specifications about the job; I didn’t need to know about its pay or prospects or outlook for the next twenty-odd years. That was irrelevant. All that mattered was the spirited sense of direction I had at the time. I could not yet see the meaning behind the silly grins of my superiors.
Years passed and dreams were replaced. I no longer cared to be a waiter for an international-styled restaurant, but a teacher, and though I debated endlessly whether I wanted to guide true youth or older teens like myself, I knew in my heart of hearts that I wanted to be that cool guy others came smiling to see every weekday of their academic lives. I fantasized often about how my presence would impact positively the lives of the students I overlooked—how my easygoing ways would win over even the most rebellious minds—and often, this sense of direction laid a smile upon my own face. I had an idea of what I wanted to do with my life!
It’s tough for me to differentiate between the time I wanted to be a psychologist and a political scientist (please, feel free to laugh at the latter wish). The former professional continued my goal of humanitarianism, while the latter would allow me to become a necessary darling in the crazed political arena so many loath. (Interesting note: I actually obsessed over the word “darling” when thinking of myself in any potential political space. It had an air of newness and appeal to it that I thought others would come to recognize in myself.) I would restore order in the fucked pit of deals and digs that characterizes the environment, and I might even become president as a result of my altruistic ways! Those were my thoughts at the time that I was supposed to start thinking about college and what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. As you can see, I was nowhere close to making a solid decision about any of that.
Why was I stuck in fantasyland and not thinking more practically about my future professional prospects? Well, I was a teen. I was tantalized with thoughts of finding love and having fun, participating in sports and going out with friends, and getting good grades and finding my next favorite band. I had a lot on my plate, dammit. I was supposed to be enjoying life, not stressing out about it. I, like many of my peers, was scatterbrained as ever at the time in my life. I spent some nights bathed in tears, some on cloud nine because some equally young and impressionable teen told me they loved me back, and some so tired that I continually marvel to this day about how I even woke up the next morning for school. The common thread through all of this is the fact that I didn’t give myself the necessary amount of time to think clearly about my position going forth. In both a societal and spiritual sense, I procrastinated, and the worst part about it all was that I didn’t even know that was the case.

Chapter 2
We need to give ourselves time and space to think clearly. It is within silent surroundings that we are able to think most efficiently about ourselves and the contexts we assume. This cannot be overstated. How many epiphanies have you had at parties compared to the amount you’ve had when you were alone? How much work do you ordinarily get done by your lonesome versus in the company of others? Everybody operates differently, and different situations demand different approaches to them, but on a general and, most importantly, personal scale, the degree of importance isolation brings cannot possibly be belittled.
It is important to point out the difference between forcing one’s self into solitude and appropriating and assuming it gracefully. Recently, but fortunately not so much anymore, I’ve come across environments glamorizing the state of being alone—of being in some sort of beautiful captivity by the mind or some inflated societal pressure. Now, that’s not to say that the stimuli pushing one into such solitude is fake or ought to be taken lightly, but, in my opinion, it’s not to be celebrated when one locks themselves up and fantasizes about either having to be rescued, or eternally, elegantly alone. Meanwhile, if one is able walk into nothingness and not be afraid—if silence can be considered a blank canvas for one to lay down their thoughts and soon-to-be-actualizing efforts—then seclusion can be a very wonderful thing indeed. Just keep in mind that there is, in fact, a difference, and a very large one at that.
So how are we to carve out a safe space and time to advance our ambitions and ideas about ourselves? Well, this is the hard part: You have to learn how to say “no” to people, and not just any people, but those you love and know love you back. You have to get a little selfish. You have to prioritize your own well-being. This is not to say that you should neglect the needs of those closest to you, but you should be confident and inspired enough to set time aside for yourself to learn and truly grow. Your dreams won’t just conveniently manifest themselves while you’re out playing beer pong or smoking a bowl. You’ve got to cut out the distractions in your life after first having identified what they are (this is far easier said than done, but it can be done, I assure you), and you’ve got to make the decision to be more in tune with yourself than with others. This should sound difficult because it is, but consider the rewards. You will be on your way toward designing a beautiful blueprint for your future. That’s something worth fighting for, is it not? If your family or friends take unkindly to your newfound direction, also, consider shedding some or all of them, or at least trying to make them understand. I speak from experience in saying that friends and significant others fade and appear naturally in life, and that, if they’re truly meant to stay, they’ll understand, appreciate, and be more than willing to accommodate your in-design vision. All you have to do is build up the confidence to tell them that this is what you want, but that confidence will only come if you first get strong on your own personal accord. Do you understand the path I’m putting out? Get comfortable with yourself.

Chapter 3
OK, so assuming you’re now in a space where you’re confidently by yourself, or, at least assuming that you’ve been able to scope one out, it’s time to talk about the things you should be thinking about both for your present planning and future well-being.

March 27, 2015 at 4:22 pm
LVX (297) (@Vovinawol) 7 years, 4 months ago ago

Yo trippin

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Anonymous (2) (@) 7 years, 4 months ago ago

He’s nott

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sian (109) (@siantastic) 7 years, 4 months ago ago

we all trippin

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sian (109) (@siantastic) 7 years, 4 months ago ago

Yesssss. What can appear as selfish behaviour I believe can lead to the greatest selflessness, and in fulfilling our greatest purpose, we can aid others to fulfil their own.

And I had to laugh, because I experienced the exact same situation as you as a child of about 10. In school, when asked what we aimed to be, amongst all of the fire fighters, nurses and superheroes…I was met with an ‘oh’ from my teacher and laughter from my peers when I stated I wanted to be a waitress :D

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