Dis-

There is one part of me that I’ve always noticed, and that is how easily disappointed I can become. In myself. In people. In life. There is this one quote that I always hear but I never believe: “Low expectations, high hopes.” What does that mean? To me, that is nothing but a mere disguise of the truth. Why lower expectations just to make sure you remain happy after the fact? Happiness equals satisfaction equals stationary equals nowhere in life. I have high expectations for a reason. If I fail to meet them, I give it another go. If I succeed, I change my expectations. It’s an endless cycle I call ambition. But the hard part is dealing with disappointment.

I think I give the impression that I can't handle the truth, which in a sense is true. No one wants to hear what they don't want to believe is true. But I need to hear the truth, though I don't always welcome it. Well, most of the time I do. But even if hearing the truth can be painful, I'd rather not hear from someone other than the person who should have told me in the first place.

Lie to me. Interesting show. But another tactic is getting to know the person. I don't think this just applies to me, but it seems that those close to me are more transparent now that I know them. Funny how I never call people out when they throw me a bold-faced lie. I guess it's receiving the truth in another way. Then comes the silent disappointment. And I move on.

1000 Journals Project

After going to the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York, I had a dire urge to go to the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art. And that's where I saw the 1000 Journals Project. This artist, who refers to himself as 'Someguy', who is incredibly fascinated with graffiti art, diaries, and such that he wanted to start this project. What he did was he made 1000 empty journals and distributed them all over the world in bars, on park benches, to friends, for people to write and contribute their own art into those journals. He made a website to keep track of these journals and once they were completed they were sent back to him. Some of the journals were displayed at MOMA and some of the things I read or saw were just mindblowing. These are words and works of art contributed by "normal" people and it was beyond beautiful.

http://1000journals.com/

I've decided. I am going to start this with my friends and family. I hope this isn't considering plagarism of the concept, haha. I want to see what inspiring montage of art and words can be conjured up from the people I hold dear to me.