Motto for the new year,
"Your life is not an episode of
Skins. Things will never look quite as good as they do in a faded,
sun-drenched Polaroid; your days are not an editorial from Lula. Your
life is not a Sofia Coppola movie, or a Chuck Palahniuk novel, or a
Charles Bukowski poem. Grace Coddington isn’t your creative director.
Bon Iver and Joy Division don’t play softly in the background at
appropriate moments. Your hysterical teenage diary isn’t a work of art.
Your room probably isn’t Selby material. Your life isn’t a Tumblr
screencap. Every word that comes out of your mouth will not be beautiful
and poignant, infinitely quotable. Your pain will not be pretty. Crying
till you vomit is always shit. You cannot romanticize hurt. Or sadness.
Or loneliness. You will have homework, and hangovers and bad hair days.
The train being late won’t lead to any fateful encounters, it will make
you late. Sometimes your work will suck. Sometimes you will suck. Far
too often, everything will suck - and not in a Wes Anderson kind of way.
And there is no divine consolation - only the knowledge that we will
hopefully experience the full spectrum - and that sometimes, just
sometimes, life will feel like a Coppola film."
Just live in the moment and enjoy whatever you're doing.
And I've got just one major new year resolution which hopefully I'll be able to achieve
- Lose as much weight as possible
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