Are Internet lists more powerful than god?
Use Adblock, but always be cognizant of the voices you are silencing, lest you forget that nothing is truly free on the Internet or in life.
The tragic part of a rose isn’t the thorns, but the people buried underneath it.
If you’ve ever had a goal (creative types might use the term “dream”) that you’ve wanted more than anything else—you’d practically kill for it—and you’ve come infinitesimally close to accomplishing it, then you’ve felt this high. It feels like uncovering diamonds in the rough, only the precious gems are your own thoughts and the rough is ebbing away as the hours pass. First you feel singular moments of clarity. This is me. I’m finally who I wanted to be. It’s happening. Then shards of euphoria creep into your heart every hour or so, then more often. Each heartbeat becomes an ember. Before long, your heart is a bellowing flame bearing light and life. You smile constantly because tight lips can’t contain the roaring blaze within.
I felt this good when I had only gotten close. I can’t begin to conceptualize what it must feel like to actually make it. How could someone who feels that every morning—the people who work at top 10 and even top 50 websites, successful fiction writers, and other people who have done great things and don’t necessarily have to work a “real job” for a living—ever need to douse their inner fire with the ill effects of alcohol?