I am sick of people who look down on cosplaying. First off, they don’t understand what a great hobby it is, the amounts of fun and happiness it fulfills. Most frown on it because they think it is a waste of time and money since it doesn’t help other people and it doesn’t add to your potential. Instead of wasting time with cosplaying, they should do something more ‘productive’. I absolutely disagree. Not everyone wants to study to become something, not everyone wants to help others, and even if you do become someone who helps others - like a doctor or nurse - it doesn’t mean you can help everyone. Just sayin’.
Honestly, if you have never cosplayed, you are missing out on a great part of life.
And I ask the cosplayer, is cosplaying really useless? To me, it has helped me wonders. It has helped to build confidence, creativity, a family, and lots more. It has given me happiness that I could never achieve alone. It has ridden me of loneliness. And this isn’t just myself. Without cosplay, where would all the noncosplayers be? I know I’d be very emotionally broken. I had a downtime at one point in my life where I was extremely depressed. But cosplay and art had saved and changed me. And it has changed many others. Because we have become a family in a way, we can help each other from loneliness. Through happiness, we not only bring it to ourselves but to others as well.
Man it’s so hard to stay positive sometimes. GO AWAY NEGATIVITY. JUST GO AND FUCK YOURSELF!
(Source: love-japan-maryrin)
We’re so young. We’re so young. We’re twenty-two years old. We have so much time. There’s this sentiment I sometimes sense, creeping in our collective conscious as we lay alone after a party, or pack up our books when we give in and go out – that it is somehow too late. That others are somehow ahead. More accomplished, more specialized. More on the path to somehow saving the world, somehow creating or inventing or improving. That it’s too late now to BEGIN a beginning and we must settle for continuance, for commencement.
When we came to Yale, there was this sense of possibility. This immense and indefinable potential energy – and it’s easy to feel like that’s slipped away. We never had to choose and suddenly we’ve had to. Some of us have focused ourselves. Some of us know exactly what we want and are on the path to get it; already going to med school, working at the perfect NGO, doing research. To you I say both congratulations and you suck.
For most of us, however, we’re somewhat lost in this sea of liberal arts. Not quite sure what road we’re on and whether we should have taken it. If only I had majored in biology…if only I’d gotten involved in journalism as a freshman…if only I’d thought to apply for this or for that…
What we have to remember is that we can still do anything. We can change our minds. We can start over. Get a post-bac or try writing for the first time. The notion that it’s too late to do anything is comical. It’s hilarious. We’re graduating college. We’re so young. We can’t, we MUST not lose this sense of possibility because in the end, it’s all we have.
(Source: tonsofland)
