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M E E T M A RY
20 YEAR OLD MEDIA STUDENT AT THE
UNIVERSITY OF AMSTERDAM.
LOVES WRITING AND CALLS HERSELF
A GOODY TWO SHOES, A WINE
LOVER AND A FUN GOING GAL.
TEAM MEMBER AND COLUMNIST AT
MISS VIP SINCE DECEMBER 2013.
Everybody has that one hobby they don’t
do enough. Whether yours is hiking, painting,
singing, or playing the piano, you wish you
could do it more often. For me, it’s writing.
Writing seems to be the only thing that calms
my mind. The second words start hitting the
paper, my entire world slows down and all
there is, is me. It’s like hitting the pause button on life. It’s a way to clear my mind and
find peace. But why, dear God, why don’t
I do it? A writing a day, keeps the doctor
away. Bu t I just don’t do it. Could it be the
poisonous venom of social media? Or the
constant hurry of school, work, sports and
socializing? With the world moving at such
a high pace, we seem to be too busy to live.
It’s not just about hobbies. It’s about being
caught up in modern-day life to see the
world as it is: beautiful. Have you ever wandered through a forest, just watching what
happens? The birds flying over, a creek
splashing nearby, the trees creaking as the
wind is thumping their branches. A rabbit
hopping in the field, raising it’s little nose
towards the sun and sniffing the fresh winter
air. That, right there, is the real world. Not our
social media, online virtual reality world, but
nature at it’s purest. That’s real life. I think we
all need a little bit more of that. Just to know
where we came from, and what we’ve
turned ourselves into. If it weren’t for money
and social stigma, I think I’d love to buy a
little house in the woods someday. Have a
few animals, cultivate a garden with veggies
and spices and sitting by a little woodstove.
Boiling water I got from the creek, cooking
an egg my own chicken laid. Spending an
entire day preparing dinner, and just slowing
down life. That’s my dream. I think I would
find peace of mind every single day, if I lived
like that. But I don’t even see it as a real
option. The world isn’t like that anymore. For
now, I think I should keep to writing to find
peace of mind. Maybe if I did it more often,
I wouldn’t feel the need to escape the world. Maybe those once-a-day ten minutes of
peace could be enough. ■