I’ve started five funds - small ones each with a dollar in them. Now this isn’t to ask for donation - tho i’d gladly accept any. These five funds are to achieve five goals of mine by the time I die - and to do them in a manner that over-rides stereotypes and common problems with the industries. They’ll evolve as I go along but essentially they’ll remain (and have been for some years) the core of my goals for life.
1) Start a Talent Management Company that respects talent and grows them
2) Start a News Agency that respects facts and opinion with a divided line.
3) Start a School that respects children and education - learning and reading
4) Write a book that re-imagines a theme that has consistently been associated with the human consciousness
5) Travel the World - 2-3 countries in each continent and maybe Antarctica for a pit stop
I promise you I’ll achieve these goals - and I’ll probably blog on my Wordpress more about each one but this is a declaration to shape my world.
Idealistic, naive, young. Go ahead. I’ll still do it - and I may die trying. But I look forward to the process of trying as compared to nothing at all.
Go out and do something. It isn’t your room that’s a prison, it’s yourself.
– Sylvia Plath (via her0inchic) Via I lay these here, because they say what i dare not‘Think in the morning, act in the noon, read in the evening, and sleep at night.’
– William Blake (via hugovanvuuren) Via START
Ugh, I hate it when people say “Fuck the police”.
Don’t just fuck the police.
Take the police out on a couple dates. Take the police to the movies or a nice stroll in the park. Feed the police some delicious fondue. Make the police fall in love with you. Then, fuck the police. And then out of nowhere, stop taking calls from the police. Ignore the police. Make the police miss you. Make the police cry.
(Source: parjars)
So there i was just scrolling through someones tumblr, and i came across this and i just stopped. It caught my attention for a long time. I noticed every piece breaking, in slow motion so clearly and the one thing that came to my mind was that moment when your heart breaks. When you can feel it drop and break into little pieces when you hear something that you wish wasn’t true, the truth that you have made yourself not believe, read something you wish hadn’t, or seen something you wish you hadn’t.
“The US’s mood was at its most humble when its actual achievements were at their most extraordinary.” -David Brooks
Humility is not about being a martyr or abandoning one’s own interests, desires, and suppressing competitive drive. It’s not about shunning success, money, acclaim,…
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