Don't Call It a Comeback
It's a Youthquake Rebirth 2.0 🦋
The TGIF Post varies during these no longer unprecedented times— only without the celebrity worship culture and more along with critique pieces on the pop culture, social mores, and more. Get into it below.
Age breeds wisdom; however, not always as we see with elected officials or the chaos of celebrities and their privileged reality. As a Millennial still struggling with the political echo chambers and status quo only added to the discomforting notion that we’re somehow running out of time. Feeling lost like many trying to find our place, our calling— or our person has led us to be a chameleon of sorts.
Grappling with our existence and finding our place in this grim society and economy— or if we even should participate is grueling, especially as we manage all of life’s relationships; familial, platonic, and all those in-between. Fighting for ourselves and our goals usually leads us to new uncovered routes along our journeys with ripple effects towards those ambitions— only to discover it isn’t what we need— or deserve. Some days will feel like no matter how hard we push for our benefit, nothing seems to shift, but budding change can be a slow burn. Outgrowing opportunities or people of our past is a painful shedding process; this emotional alchemy teaches us to push through that emotional sludge to find ourselves with a greater sense of self. As well as an inner strength that we didn’t know we had. Yet, spring is a season where all seeming dreariness is replaced with blossom and bloom.
A time of embracing rebirth and renewal over the winter’s sharp endless clasp; a symbolic transitional change can help distract or initiate our metamorphosis. Albeit strenuous, this cyclical transition is similar to the earth’s— hibernating and introspective, with light and dark now striking a balance. Despite the seasonal virtue of Spring cleaning, this yearly tradition or ritual goes beyond rummaging through our personal belongings— it extends into taking inventory of our personal lives. Rebirth after destruction is always possible, daunting, and scary. Yet, it’s a chaotically beautiful freefall that helps declutter and remove what no longer serves us to encompass efficiency and welcome a balanced regeneration of self inside and out— while we still may be finding fluidity in life’s ebbs and flows, it’s officially the return of Youthquake.
To welcome the much-needed seasonal transition, we’ve assembled a cozy and airy playlist dedicated to spring— since it’s not just for nature to embrace progression.
For Apple Music, HERE.
🌺 April is National Poetry Month
Rilke is a cherished favorite. Yet, as many times as Let Your Darkness Be Your Bell Tower or The Grown Up has helped me through murky times, my chosen poem is listed below. Conversely, if poetry isn’t for you, I recommend Jane Campion’s Bright Star, which centers around John Keats and Fanny Brawn. Or classics like Dead Poets Society, Wilde, or Pablo Larraín’s Neruda.
Early Spring
by Rainer Maria Rilke
Harshness vanished. A sudden softness
has replaced the meadows' wintry grey.
Little rivulets of water changed
their singing accents.Tendernesses, hesitantly, reach toward the earth
from space, and country lanes are showing
these unexpected subtle risings
that find expression in the empty trees.
Releasing the previous and moving on to new perspectives and opportunities is a welcoming change. We’re excited to continue Youthquake and further explore the complicated and layered messiness of pop culture; also, ourselves. Thank you for sticking with us— we’re getting re-started, and as organizing icon Marie Kondo famously said, I love mess.