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10 Reasons Why You Should Move to Another City in Your 20s

Mo Seetubtim

# 10. You start to wonder where home is.

When you move to another in your 20s, it’s when life starts to become real life. You’ve just finished school. You’re starting your first real job. You are over the teenage period and start to become an adult. There’s a whole lot of psychological changes going on in your head and your mind. You start to self-reflect more and question your being — What was I born to do? What am I really good at? What is my purpose in life? What is my true passion? How can I be truly happy? What’s the meaning of life?

Discovering answers to all of these questions when you’re far away from home, you have all the freedom to genuinely answer these without biases. The next thing you know, traveling and living overseas have become a part of who you are. You become emotionally connected to this new city you moved to only just a few years ago. You start to wonder where home really is. They say home is where the heart is, but where is my heart at?

http://brandmentalist.quora.com/10-Reasons-Why-You-Should-Move-to-Another-City-in-Your-20s?srid=52za&share=1

As I usher in a new phase of life..

To Be of Use by Marge Piercy
The people I love the best
jump into work head first
without dallying in the shallows
and swim off with sure strokes almost out of sight.
They seem to become natives of that element,
the black sleek heads of seals
bouncing like half-submerged balls.

I love people who harness themselves, an ox to a heavy cart,
who pull like water buffalo, with massive patience,
who strain in the mud and the muck to move things forward,
who do what has to be done, again and again.

I want to be with people who submerge
in the task, who go into the fields to harvest
and work in a row and pass the bags along,
who are not parlor generals and field deserters
but move in a common rhythm
when the food must come in or the fire be put out.

The work of the world is common as mud.
Botched, it smears the hands, crumbles to dust.
But the thing worth doing well done
has a shape that satisfies, clean and evident.
Greek amphoras for wine or oil,
Hopi vases that held corn, are put in museums
but you know they were made to be used.
The pitcher cries for water to carry
and a person for work that is real.

 

Reminder to self: Be Positive, Patient and Persistent. 

true joy?

This is the true joy in life, being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one. Being a force of nature instead of a feverish, selfish little clod of ailments and grievances, complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy. I am of the opinion that my life belongs to the whole community and as long as I live, it is my privilege to do for it what I can. I want to be thoroughly used up when I die, for the harder I work, the more I live. I rejoice in life for its own sake. Life is no brief candle to me. It is a sort of splendid torch which I have got hold of for the moment and I want to make it burn as brightly as possible before handing it on to future generations. – George Bernard Shaw

(Fun fact: Shaw was the co-founder of the London School of Economics!)