Twentysomething

We all graduated, some of us even graduated a couple of times.

Some of us ended up becoming eternal students - enter cereals for breakfast, the one-man-desk-life & peer reviews.
Others started earning money, big money - enter coffee mugs in the morning jam, the two-cell-phone-life & hors d'oeuvres.
Some became working men - enter plastic lunch box, the two-boots-life & longing for the cigarette break.

Exit the shared past of soccer matches during lunch break and the lingering brilliance of a vast potential waiting to become.

Is it just me or am I the only twentysomething that is still waiting along with it?

(picture taken from Elephant by Gus Van Sant)

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The Falling Man (2)

I recently found out that the infamous picture of the Falling Man was part of a series, in which it becomes completely obvious that there is no 'zen' to this man whatsoever. You can see him struggling, tumbling in open air. This man is in pain. He isn't some monk. This man isn't some symbol of will power at all.

What he is a symbol of, is our limited perception on things, our blind urge for ideas and ideals. We want him to be that monk so badly. We want him to be our beacon in times of despair. We want to be strong, and raise our heads in the face of death and terror.

How we love to say "Wow" instead "Ow".
How remote we are, from him, the truth and ourselves.

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The Falling Man

From Esquire:

Some people who look at the picture see stoicism, willpower, a portrait of resignation; others see something else—something discordant and therefore terrible: freedom.

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