Oh the restlessness

I feel so torn regarding what to do with my life at the moment. A part of me really wants to venture out, but at the same time I feel confused in terms of where to go. 1000 questions in my head, no solid answers.. Am I trying to escape my own shadow?

Will I always have the notion that the grass is greener elsewhere and my life will evolve around a “whats next”, instead of  a mere satisfaction of the present?

I positively believe that when I feel the true sense of self-realization, my restlessness will not be lurking in the shadows as intensely.

 

 

Music-bliss

My favourite song at the moment.

The XX and Eminem mash-up.

Baires/11 Memory Lane:Mr DJ

Some people get under your skin and you feel like drowning in their eyes for a while.

Making a difference

“If you are neutral in situations of injustice, you have chosen the side of the oppressor. If an elephant has its foot on the tail of a mouse and you say that you are neutral, the mouse will not appreciate your neutrality.”-Desmond Tutu

I watched a Sundance series yesterday named Iconoclasts, and last nights’ episode evolved around the two great minds of archbishop, Desmond Tutu, and entrepreneur extraordinaire, Richard Branson.

It was very interesting and immensely inspiring! It gave nurture to the idealism seed which is planted within me. I intensely want to make a difference, somehow.

But the focus can sometimes be blurred.

Eyes on the prize that really matters.

Starlette..Lost..

I have always been such a huge fan of Marilyn Monroe. When I was 8 years old I watched her movies with stars in my eyes, and I have been infatuated with her beauty and vulnerability ever since.

I feel this picture somewhat show us a fragment of the soul of Norma Jean. She is on top of the world in many aspects, but at the same time she come across as lost in the big city, blinded by the neon lights.

In the modern, western world, one can sometimes relate to that.

The feeling of being lost and bewildered in a concrete jungle.

Surrounded by empty symbols of status. One has got it all materialistically, but true happiness is absent.

Infidelity

Is it really the end of innocence now?

I feel that the moral regarding cheating is rapidly dissolving in the big cities.

It makes me sad, because I feel I am slowly adopting a blase’ attitude concerning the matter as well, beacuse at the end of the day, morals and ethics aside, humans are bound to be children of their surroundings to a less or larger extent.

Please save love.

I’d rather go naked than wear fur.

I despise the fur industry and it pleases me to see that the Norwegian politicians and general media are opening their eyes and realizing the cruelty that happens within this despicable trade.  Also the editor-in-chief at work wrote a piece on it today pleading the politicians to ban the fur farms. Tomorrow I will be attending a demonstration orchestrated by the Norwegian equivalent to PETA; NOAH, against fur for fashion.