Did we feel lonely as children? Because I can’t remember many times I wasn’t alone. Off in a corner, a corner of the world. Make belief was a religion and monsters actually stayed under the bed if we told them to. I would draw a map for my past self because his dreams were something worth following. He knew the importance of pretend and now, I can pretend, that I’m okay, that I have it all figured out.

I wish I could meet my child self on the playground and watch the world take on a new shape together. We’d exchange lunches like we’d exchange stories, in pieces. Enjoying them and thinking about the quality and value of them. Wondering if a fruit roll up was really worth everything…

When I was a kid I conquered the entire world before I left my house in the morning. These days it seems the only thing I conquer is the urge to fall back asleep, and I fail frequently. Did we always waste so much time dreaming instead of sleeping? Did we always try that hard? Laugh that hard? Cry that hard? And think so big? What we gave as children we traded in so we could grow up, never considering the value of what we already had and might lose. Grown ups always told me to cherish my childhood and not grow up too fast. What a joke I thought that was. The truth is, I’m smaller now than I was then.

Holding onto your younger self might just be a good thing. I used to colour the sky a shade of purple and paint the grass neon red. I had no issue imagining such things. Now you’d be hard pressed to get me to make a wish on my birthday. Whether it’s gone or never came, there was magic in this place. There is good in avoiding the cracks on the sidewalk as you skip to the bus stop. Racing from one end of the street to the other. The Saturday mornings where you felt anything was possible. You are most spectacular when you are smiling.

So remember the times where you got your hands sticky, or scraped your knee rollerblading. The time you got a raisin stuck in your nose. There is still good here. Perhaps we did feel lonely as children. Perhaps you and I were imaginary friends who thought a wish was worth something. Perhaps those kids on the playground know what they’re doing when they swing so high.

In moments of joy, release the chains and jump. In moments of madness, paint your skies purple. In the overwhelming moments, tilt your head back, look out and let the world be made different.

I love so deeply, so differently. I do not love like most teenagers. My love nurtures, it does not destruct. It does not want to dominate for it is not selfish, it only gives. People don’t understand that this kind of love exists and that it is very strong. I just want to be loved the same way.
—  When mature love is unrecognised
At 23, JK Rowling was broke. Tina Fey was working at the Y.M.C.A. Oprah had just gotten fired from her first job as a TV reporter and Walt Disney had declared bankruptcy. None of these wildly successful individuals could have predicted what was in store for them next but the one thing they all had in common was that they knew that there was more to them than what they were doing at the time. And that’s what you have in common with them, too. You know that there’s a bigger, better version of yourself to bring to life. You just haven’t gotten there yet.

One of the things they don’t teach you while you grow up is how to deal with nostalgia.

I grew up in Vancouver, BC. But I’ve lived my entire adult life in Ontario. Those experiences you have with people that bring you closer together–school, camp, sports–I left those all behind when I went to university. And I went where I knew no one because I wanted to be different than when I was. I didn’t like the patterns I had grown in to and didn’t like the person I thought I was becoming. I was 17. 

When I went away to school, I made new friends through common experiences–dorm living, classes, sports–but again, I left those all behind. I moved home. Again because I didn’t like the patterns I had fallen into or the person that I was becoming. I felt like I was failing. I had three jobs (none of which made me enough money to pay my bills). Most of my friends that I had made left the university town I thought I would settle down in and I had nothing in common with the people I was around. 

So now I find myself having moved home, with a good job, a partner, a house, a cat. But still, I miss those friends that I made through common experiences. I have friends through work, but I’m either older than the youngest ones who are still in school or younger than the older ones who have kids in high school. I have friends through my boyfriend, but those are his friends–I enjoy their company but they don’t share my interests. 

I feel a bit like I’m playing a video game and I get to a relatively high level. I’ve developed my character and I’m ready to advance, but I get stuck. So I restart. And I sit here thinking: “Fuck. I have to go through that whole thing again…” And I do. This is the third time I feel like I’m doing this, but I cam’t seem to find that common experience. 

And I’m nostalgic. Nostalgic for the times when it was normal to join a sport that took up most of our free time. Nostalgic for spending time in a building with 1500 other people who were sharing your experience and growing with you whether they wanted to or not.

They don’t teach you how to deal with this in school. They don’t tell you that you might feel this way one day.

I guess the difference between then and now is that when things got rough, I used to look forward. Now, when things are hard, I look back. Its harder to look back and know that things will never be that way again.

Yeah, that was fairly autobiographical. My sister and I both, we were that kind of teenager. (Dripping with drama) We were that kind of, ‘I’m the only one who really feels these injustices. No one else understands the way I feel.’ I think a lot of teenagers go through that….Hermione, with the best of intentions, becomes quite self-righteous. My heart is entirely with her as she goes through this. She develops her political conscience. My heart is completely with her. But my brain tells me, which is a growing-up thing, that in fact she blunders towards the very people she’s trying to help. She offends them…She thinks it’s so easy. It’s part of what I was saying before about the growing process, of realizing you don’t have quite as much power as you think you might have and having to accept that. Then you learn that it’s hard work to change things and that it doesn’t happen overnight. Hermione thinks she’s going to lead them to glorious rebellion in one afternoon and then finds out the reality is very different, but that was fun to write.
—  JK Rowling on SPEW
here’s something they don’t teach you in high school - life is too short to waste it on trying to make things work. stop trying to fit into a pair of jeans you bought 5 years ago; give them to a charity. stop trying to make yourself listen to classical music; mozart is just not your thing. stop trying to like celery, no one likes it, it’s all a huge grown-up conspiracy. and most importantly, for the love of god, stop trying to stick around hoping people will ‘become’. he will not become kinder to you; she will not become funnier; they will not become warmer. stop trying to change people. either accept them and love them for who they are, or just let go and say your goodbyes. there just isn’t enough time.
—  marina v., you already know this, it’s just more difficult than it seems.

Puppies Run For Dinner In Time-Lapse Video, Get Cuter Every Time

Hungry for a super-cute dog video? Check out this time-lapse video of two puppies running for dinner. The video covers about nine months in the supper-chasing lives of golden retrievers Colby and Bleu. Watching those two slip and slide on the floor is the best kind of happy meal.