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Charts show how history’s most brilliant people scheduled their days

Based on research from Mason Currey’s Daily Rituals: How Artists Work, Podio created beautiful charts that show how some of modern society’s greatest thinkers, writers, artists and philosophers spent their days. It begins with the earliest risers and reveals how much time each of them spent sleeping, working, socializing, relaxing, exercising and at their day jobs or doing administrative stuff like managing their holdings or paying taxes.

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Did you know, you can quit your job, you can leave university? You aren’t legally required to have a degree, it’s a social pressure and expectation, not the law, and no one is holding a gun to your head. You can sell your house, you can give up your apartment, you can even sell your vehicle, and your things that are mostly unnecessary. You can see the world on a minimum wage salary, despite the persisting myth, you do not need a high paying job. You can leave your friends (if they’re true friends they’ll forgive you, and you’ll still be friends) and make new ones on the road. You can leave your family. You can depart from your hometown, your country, your culture, and everything you know. You can sacrifice. You can give up your $5.00 a cup morning coffee, you can give up air conditioning, frequent consumption of new products. You can give up eating out at restaurants and prepare affordable meals at home, and eat the leftovers too, instead of throwing them away. You can give up cable TV, Internet even. This list is endless. You can sacrifice climbing up in the hierarchy of careers. You can buck tradition and others’ expectations of you. You can triumph over your fears, by conquering your mind. You can take risks. And most of all, you can travel. You just don’t want it enough. You want a degree or a well-paying job or to stay in your comfort zone more. This is fine, if it’s what your heart desires most, but please don’t envy me and tell me you can’t travel. You’re not in a famine, in a desert, in a third world country, with five malnourished children to feed. You probably live in a first world country. You have a roof over your head, and food on your plate. You probably own luxuries like a cellphone and a computer. You can afford the $3.00 a night guest houses of India, the $0.10 fresh baked breakfasts of Morocco, because if you can afford to live in a first world country, you can certainly afford to travel in third world countries, you can probably even afford to travel in a first world country. So please say to me, “I want to travel, but other things are more important to me and I’m putting them first”, not, “I’m dying to travel, but I can’t”, because I have yet to have someone say they can’t, who truly can’t. You can, however, only live once, and for me, the enrichment of the soul that comes from seeing the world is worth more than a degree that could bring me in a bigger paycheck, or material wealth, or pleasing society. Of course, you must choose for yourself, follow your heart’s truest desires, but know that you can travel, you’re only making excuses for why you can’t. And if it makes any difference, I have never met anyone who has quit their job, left school, given up their life at home, to see the world, and regretted it. None. Only people who have grown old and regretted never traveling, who have regretted focusing too much on money and superficial success, who have realized too late that there is so much more to living than this.

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I want to be around people that do things. I don’t want to be around people anymore that judge or talk about what people do. I want to be around people that dream and support and do things.

Amy Poehler  (via awelltraveledwoman)

i’ve been thinking this for weeks now. i just want to surround myself with creative people who are inspiring and persistently on my case 

(Source: psych-facts, via awelltraveledwoman)

draping my legs over your shoulders

My recent inertia is coming to an end; maybe a beginning depending on how you look at things.

It only took one night to regain control of the person I Am. Having placed less importance on things that were one the epitome of my radar, I found myself inebriated in the toxic spell of rebellion. I chose to break my celibacy in theory and also steal a car. The car, mind you, was mine to drive but apparently it is illegal to drive cars without side mirrors in AU.

Not my problem. My worries have waned and in this I notoriously celebrate the core of my being. I am not a quiet, meditating-Omm sounding genie of the Land of Patience. Nor am I a chastised, self-denying fool who falsely claims to be outside of lust, pleasure, and provocation. In fact, I acclaim these as some of my best past-times. This doesn’t negate my year’s worth of searching for my soul; I rebuffed many former vices while ostentatiously preaching my findings and newer outlook on people who hadn’t shifted their feet left right or backwards in months.

My year away taught me many valuable lessons regarding how to pack a 25 kilo bag and wear it without breaking your spine. Sweet-talking my way into private parties and pools, more importantly business class lounges at any and all airports. And especially booking hotels and hostels based solely around the free breakfast offered in the AM - preferably a brunch buffet.

But as far as I’ve gone and as much as I’ve seen, there is nothing like wrapping your legs around a man’s face and piquing his curiosity with painted toes. Dribbling the nail of your finger down the hallows of his collar. Whispering so faintly into his ear that your lips need not touch; just the balmy wisps from your soft words can send a grown man into a tailspin of desire and immediacy. 

That urgent flair of “I need you now - right now” can leave anyone agonizing for a fix. I look at it as my secret kind of magic; it makes me mysterious and makes you more interesting. It is my humble power yet such a grand private affair that helps me balance the circle of this life.

A girl cherishes handbags, diamonds and her shoe collection as her prize possessions. A woman cherishes her health, her sense of self, and her talents as her greatest assets N. Mah (via josieng)

i used to cut tv out by a longshot. didn’t have one in my bedroom and rarely used the communal one. now it’s in my life again and i blame it for the constant purring in my ears when i try and sleep at night. i want to tune in and tune out but not with the help of the :TV:

i used to cut tv out by a longshot. didn’t have one in my bedroom and rarely used the communal one. now it’s in my life again and i blame it for the constant purring in my ears when i try and sleep at night. i want to tune in and tune out but not with the help of the :TV:

(Source: you-thought-i-cared, via ri-chgrace)

I’m keen on people who have some kind of issue and think of everyone else as the leftover milk in my cereal bowl.