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thisisan—adventure:

I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know? 
- Ernest Hemingway

Just some nightly ramblings or whatever

If I can’t do well in school or get a job or achieve awesome goals, I ask myself, is loving others enough? People say all kinds of things, “Love is enough” “love is everything” “love will keep us alive” and that’s great and all but the question is whether, when we break it down to core satisfaction, it is more important to love ourselves or love others. Is it possible to reach self-actualization through loving others? Potentially if the thing you value most is being a giving, truly loving person. Then you will love yourself. But what different outcomes might we have if we turn our love inwards? If, rather than focusing large amounts of time and energy on angsty questions of requiting love, we focused on self development, on traveling towards a self we can love entirely, completely. Is that just an idea, or is it everything?

How much does our love for others suck out of our potential for generating social capital, we must ask ourselves. Is loving another the safe route to satisfaction, because loving ourselves is hard? We find someone that we can pour our emotions into and wrap this security blanket around ourselves, forming a cocoon. This must change us, change our life trajectory in some significant way. Perhaps the question is whether, through this cocoon of social love, external love, we will emerge a moth or a butterfly. There is no universal truth, and maybe when so caught up in a relationship love, it is impossible to evaluate objectively the “self” without including this love. Does that mean for a period of time, we lose our own concept of self? If it cannot be objectively evaluated, does it exist? 

The unsatisfactory dimension of even the most encompassing self-loves is that our self cannot express love in return. To love one’s self is to imagine it as a separate being from whatever we attribute love to, the heart, the mind, the soul. This is erroneous, because the “self” is all of these things as well. Conceptually, how can we offer love to the very thing that generates the emotions of love? Can self-love exist, in this way? 

"No day is so bad it can’t be fixed with a nap."

Carrie Snow (via blinkanditsover)

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"The woman who follows the crowd will usually get no further than the crowd. The woman who walks alone is likely to find herself in places no one has ever been."

Albert Einstein (via guffaw)