5 Reasons Why Now Is The Best Time To Be Alive

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We always think we’d be better off living in a time other than our own. The 1960s because of the music and the fashion. The 1980s because of the music and the coke. But most of us don’t realize that now is the best time to live in.
I normally hate lists, but I recently had an epiphany and had to share why I know that we are living in the best time period:

5. Fashion

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If you love clothes, there has never been a better time to live in. Women can wear men’s clothes and men can wear women’s.

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Fashion has always been about not only expressing oneself, but expressing the collective voice of the times. It’s about rebellion and people are realizing that they can dress any way they want. You can no longer say what makes a man and what makes a woman.

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A woman can wear a bra as a top with some high waisted denim shorts, throw on a chunky sweater over all of it and call it a day. And a man could put on some skinny jeans, a shirt dress, some heeled timberland boots, and a leather jacket and wouldn’t be considered crazy. The lines between masculine and feminine have become so beautifully blurred that clothes are no longer men’s or women’s; they’re simply clothes. They’re art. They are fashion.

4. Technology

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Do you remember when you had to churn your own butter and prep the horse and carriage to go into town? No? Neither do I and thank God for that!

Technology has come a long way in a relatively short amount of time. Maybe I should say in a suspiciously short amount of time. The first iPhone only came out 7 years ago which is mind blowing, and look how far it’s come. I suspect they’ve had that sort of technology for some time now, but decide only to release it incrementally so they can make more mula. But that’s beside the point. The point is that we have the internet literally at our fingertips. Which means information is at our fingertips.

We have cars that don’t use gas, televisions that record themselves, and phones that talk to you. I still think it’s amazing that planes fly and that I can speak to someone on the other side of the planet through a piece of metal and plastic.

3. Equality

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We have a black president for crying out loud! We forget how amazing that is. Regardless about your feelings toward Obama, the fact is, a person of color would only be elected ruler of the free world, now. It would be unfathomable in any other time in history for a person of color to have that much power and influence…except maybe Ancient Egypt, but there were beheadings and sacrifices; not good.

We’ve come a long way since blacks were brought over from Africa and the Caribbean as slaves in the 1500s. And 1955 really wasn’t that long ago considering it was a time when people like Rosa Parks were forced to sit in the back of a friggin bus.

Now it’s considered cool to sit in the back of a bus. Now interracial couples are the norm and now a black man can be president. A pantsuit wearing female president isn’t far off if Hilary has anything to say about it. That to me is amazing and reminds me that this is the best time to live in. I just wish Mrs. Clinton would crack a smile once in a while.

2. Love

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Equality isn’t just about race or gender. It’s about love too. People are realizing more and more that love is love. Period. People of all ethnicities are having babies together and gay marriage is becoming more and more prevalent. We still have a ways to go, but I’m not worried. Seventeen countries have already supported same-sex marriage; the Netherlands being the first. The Netherlands!!! If they can do it so can we. You may call it being liberal, progressive, or open minded. I call it equality.

1. The Age of Aquarius

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There has never been a better opportunity for spiritual growth than right fucking now.

The Matrix wasn’t too far off. We are all beginning to wake up. We realize that we have choices. We realize that there are bad people out there, a lot of whom are in government or a place of power. But we are also realizing that we don’t have to be afraid of them anymore. We can simply opt out.

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There will always be a bully. But bullies tend to go away when you stop giving them your attention. When you see that they don’t have as much power as they’ve been letting on, you’ll realize how much power you do have.

We are letting go of the old ways and making room for the new. We are making up our own rules. We see that it is no longer considered selfish to put our own happiness first. It is not my job to make you happy, but even if I wanted to attempt such a feat, I would first need to be happy with myself.

It is not wrong to want peace, love, and equality. We are demanding them and we won’t take no for an answer.

Perfect timing

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Now is the best time and it’s only going to get better. There will be times when it seems like our progress has plateaued, but they won’t last long. Things are moving faster and faster and more and more people are waking up.

We are more free than ever before. It may not seem like it at a glance, but if you look a little deeper you’ll see that we have more opportunities than anyone in history. The power really does live in the now. We are explorers, which means we can’t go back, nor do we really want to. We want to keep pushing forward, always improving ourselves and the world we live in. The universe has no choice, but to keep perfecting itself. It wants to prosper as much as you and I do and in order to do that it needs to make sure we all thrive.

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Forget past regrets and move on. That way you can be guided in the direction of love, peace, equality, unity, and creativity. Be kind to yourself, be kind to others, and fight for what you believe in. There’s no better moment than the one right in front of you.

Check out “Maps”, another inspiring song from Maroon 5’s new album “V”:
http://youtu.be/xj6fHiF8Osg

Generation Selfie

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Generation Y, Generation We, The Me Me Me Generation, Echo Boomers. This is what they call us-anyone born between the 1980’s to the early 2000’s. I prefer Millennials, it just sounds too cool for school.

Millennials have been called narcissistic, arrogant, disrespectful, and entitled. I agree and disagree. Some of us are disrespectful. I’ve seen kids use their skateboards to Ollie over the body of a dead cat just for “fun”. I know, adorable, right?

We are narcissistic, but so was every generation when they were young. We are still discovering who we are, but I’m sure we’ll get over ourselves eventually.

One day we’ll all stop caring every time someone posts something like, “I just worked out”, on Facebook. And someday we won’t feel the need to put a new selfie up on instagram every 10 minutes.

I admire my generation’s willingness to put it all out there though. It demonstrates some courage, it’s just that we don’t need to hear it or see it every second of every day. We could show a little restraint and be more selective in what we share with the world.

Communication is our biggest issue. It’s easy to be brave while hiding behind our computers, tablets, and smartphones, but our generation has difficulty with real communication. We are the internet generation. We have never been more connected in any other point in history and yet we are the most disconnected.

It’s interesting that we call it “social media” when it encourages anything but being social. We can have entire online conversations without ever knowing someone. We can text and tweet, we can insta this and snap that, but when it comes to just sitting down and making real face to face conversation with real people we are at a loss for words. Maybe we should call ourselves Generation Hashtag since nothing really exists to us anymore unless there’s a # in front of it.

Don’t get me wrong, there are numerous advantages of living in this internet age, especially from a business sense. But I’ve starved myself of facebook for the past 4 days and I feel so much better about myself. I’ve gone on a job interview, I’ve been reading actual books, I even set up a date with an actual guy. The bastard ended up standing me up, but the point is I now have the time to put myself out there and work on me. I can start going for the things I want and focus on myself in a positive way rather than focusing on what other people are doing with their lives every 10 minutes or what they think of me.

That’s what facebook and Instagram have turned into for me lately. It’s easy to get wrapped up in what others are doing or wearing or dating until you start asking yourself why you aren’t doing those same things. Why aren’t I engaged? Why don’t I have those shoes? Why didn’t I get that job? It’s easy to start thinking negatively when all you do is compare yourself to others. So stop it already and go play outside with the real boys and girls.

As for being entitled, well the internet plays a part in that as well. Everything is available to us. You can order a movie online and watch it instantly, you can type in a term on google and find out everything there is to know about it instantly. We want everything instantly, now.

This stems from our parents as well. They wanted to give us everything they didn’t have growing up so many of them gave us way too much or gave it to us just so they did the opposite of what their parents did.

Some say the result is that we all evolved into little spoiled ingrates. In some ways we did, but in other ways we are better for it. We realize the positive aspects of entitlement. We realize that we are entitled to be happy and we are entitled to go after our dreams instead of the futures our parents or anyone else has planned for us.

Books and movies of our time like The Hunger Games and Divergent are an indication that our generation is simply not willing to put up with shit. We will not be told what to do or who we can do it with. We are a generation of rebels and insurgents. We know about the man behind the curtain and we refuse to buy into his lies or his rules. We want to make up our own rules.

But in order to do that we have to find our voice, our true voice. We have to stop living off our parents, stop hiding behind our iPhones, stop being distracted by the pretty new technology, and start communicating, for real. We need to come out from behind the hashtag so we can start living for real.

The Walking Dead

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Should we be grateful for things we have, but don’t necessarily want?

After my vacation, it’s been difficult going back to work. I got a taste of fun, excitement, and adventure and now that’s all I crave. To go from that to, “Would you like to add any fries or onion rings?” is excruciating. Yup. I literally have a job where I have to ask “Do you want fries with that?” That question is like the kiss of death. It signifies that you are either a high school senior who just needs an after school job for the extra cash, or that your life has taken a terribly wrong turn somewhere. I, unfortunately, am not the former.

I once had a customer say, “Wow, so this is, like, your Iife, huh?” I often ask myself the same question. I ask myself how I got here. Then I remember why I took this job. I was desperate. I was depressed because I didn’t have a job and needed money. But I had no idea, 3 years later, what a soul sucker it would be.

I hate being told what to do, yet I chose a job where all I do is what people tell me to do. I spend all my time trying to please people. They ask for Ranch, I bring them two. They want more water, I rush over and refill their glasses. All in the hopes of receiving a tip. I’m basically a whore with a bow tie. A trained monkey dancing for the approval of the audience.

There are people at my job who actually work something called the graveyard shift. I too have worked this shift and it’s not pretty. You start at midnight and work until 6am. All night you deal with drunken idiots who slur their words as they order gravy fries, chili fries, and even more alcohol. When the sun comes up it means you get to leave. Just as the rest of the world is waking up, you stumble on home. The blisters on the bottoms of your feet pop and sting and you hobble each step of the way like an extra from The Walking Dead.

Whoever said sleep all day, party all night is an asshole. I sleep all day and work all night. You do this often enough and your days begin to blur together. You start to forget what time it is, what day it is, and even what your own name is. You are not a person anymore. You’ve become a thing. A robot that sort of resembles something that was once alive. Is it all worth it? The answer to that is becoming increasingly blurry itself.

Middle class problems you say? Yes, I realize that there are people who have it worse. Some people don’t have jobs at all. Some people can’t put food on the table. Some people don’t even have a table. But just because there is poverty, doesn’t mean I shouldn’t want my own life to improve and be better than what it is, right? Of course not. But it means a decision must be made. I can’t just whine and complain all day. If something in my life isn’t the way I want it, then I need to change it. If there is something I want to do instead, then I should do it, right? But how?

I still have bills to pay. I still have to put food on my table. Or…my lap since I myself don’t even own a table. How can I change my life? I want more. I’m Santiago searching for the Egyptian treasure. I’m the Englishman searching for the Alchemist.

Perhaps the problem is that I’m not sure what treasure I’m looking for. Opportunities usually arise when you don’t look for them, but you at least have to know what it is you want. I don’t want to be unhappy. I don’t want the life drained out of me and I don’t want to work to live or live to work. But those are things I don’t want. What are the things I do want?

I want to be happy. I want a career that’s fun, exciting, and always keeps me guessing. I want more creativity in my life. I want more love, romance, and adventure too. I want more friendships, more parties, and dance nights. I want more kisses, and brunches, and desserts. I want more spooning, more laughter, and more kindness. Maybe if I focus on all the positive things that get me excited and make me feel good. Maybe if I speak it into existence, as my sister says, then the answers I need will manifest. Maybe if I breathe. Just breathe.

Who knows what lies ahead? I can’t control what happens, but I can control how I feel. And I feel better already so that’s a step in the right direction.

Get Up

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My sister pointed something out to me the other day as I was showing her the movie, Bambi, for the first time. She said, “It just keeps coming. One bad thing after the other”. It was interesting to me that she was 23 and had never seen this movie before, but it also occurred to me that this is how life can seem to us at times. It just keeps coming. The bills, the heartbreaks, the loss.

I never realized until recently how much that movie prepares you for life. Bambi is born and the whole world is new and exciting to him. He is loved by his mother, meets new friends, and life is innocent. Safe. Until it isn’t.

A threat enters the picture. Man. Bambi’s mother is killed. This is his first experience of loss, despair, and loneliness. He is taken in by the head deer, the Great Prince of the Forest, who should’ve been there from the start, but was probably too busy impregnating other deer in the forest. He has nothing useful to say except, “Your mother cannot be with you any more.” (Gee, thanks, sir that’s very comforting.) “Come with me, my son”. (Hold up, I ain’t got no father and I ain’t going nowhere with you)

Young Bambi sheds his slightly effeminate ways and grows up to be strong and masculine. (Hint, hint to all us girly boys. Apparently that ain’t gonna cut it in the big bad forest) It’s spring and he and his friends notice that a lot of the animals are acting strangely. Friend Owl explains that the animals are “twitterpated”. Love has taken over the forest, but Bambi and his friends declare that they won’t give in to something so ridiculous, and crazy. But you can’t escape love, of course, and one by one they be begin to fall into it. Bambi finds his match in his childhood friend, Faline. Their romance takes off almost immediately, but is soon threatened by someone who wants to come between them. A dark buck who wants Faline to be his property. “I’m Buck and I’m here to fuck”. Thank you Tarantino, thank you.”

This is where the film gets slightly chauvinistic. It teaches girls that they need to be protected and teaches boys that they need to protect their girl because, you know, they can’t take care of themselves. Bambi fights off the cockblocker and gets the girl. The toughest and strongest dude always does, right?

The lovers get a moment of peace and happiness. But the threat isn’t over. Man has returned to the forest and this time he’s brought along some friends. Bambi and Faline must run for their lives as a pack of snarling, drooling, hunting dogs chase them down. This to me is what life sometimes feels like. You’re happy and in a good place and then wham! Reality smacks you right in the kisser.

The dogs attack Faline aka the helpless woman as she cries out for her man to save her. This chick is obviously not a feminist. Bambi rushes to the rescue with his large…umm horns and fends off the doggies. He rams one and kicks another, each hit like a big “FUCK YOU!” “Fuck you taxes, fuck you dead end job, fuck all you guys who rejected me!” Well, maybe these are just my issues.

Bambi and Faline get away, but if the dogs weren’t enough, Bambi gets shot. His father once again shows up out of nowhere. (Where were you a minute ago when I needed you, ya putz?!) He does have something useful to say this time. “Get up, Bambi. You must get up!GET UP! GET UP!”

This is a slightly better approach than Melissa McCarthy’s “I’m life, stop hitting yourself” approach in Bridesmaids. But this is the best and most important part of the movie. That one line should be your guide book for life. No matter how much crap life throws at you and no matter how hard it can seem, you must get up. You have no choice. The only other option is to whither and die. And who wants that? You want to be here and alive because this is where you can eat ice cream, and create, and enjoy sex, and fall in love over and over again. This is where the fun, and excitement, and drama is. Life can get you down, but it can also lift you up if you let it. And if you don’t get up when you’re supposed to, then you’re gonna miss out, big time. So get the fuck up, Bambi and let’s get twitterpated.