idea #10: Lets waste dopamine like Julia Engelmann Julia Engelmann is a 21 year old poetry slammer. Recently a friend showed me a youtube video of her, where she slammed about life. you find the full text at the bottom. She is the most popular slammer in Germany today with more than 3 million views. She said, lets waste dopamine. What she wants to say is that we shall take a risk to follow our dreams and get happy (dopamine is the happiness hormon), because one day, baby, we will be old and than tell stories about things we didnt have done. We shall dare to take the mask off and look deeply in the eyes, you shall be brave enough to become the person you are. you shall waste dopamine. Her slam is an example how powerful words can be. Spoken words in a special manner, filled with sincerity, written by hunger. hunger for life. Remember, what Steve Jobs said in Stanford: Stay foolish, stay hungry. Yes, Engelmanns Talk made it to my top ten talks. Talks, that inspires me a lot and trigger me to change my direction. I dont want to waste time anymore. That was the moment that I decided to make a break next year from my job in the architecture office. Starting something new. Its a crazy idea. I want to launch a crowdfunding campaign to fund my life. Crowdfund-My-Life. One year. 12 months. 52 weeks. You can pledge one week of my life. It costs 390 Euro. I have to find 52 people. The crazy thing is: They dont get nothing in return. Its a kind of scholarship, given by the crowd. Of course I would help these guys in their businesses (as long its not a bad karma business), I would help them designing their interior at home or at theor offices. I would even do babysitting or cutting wedding movies. 52 supporters needed. Will I make it? Imagine, I could work as long as I want for people and companies I like. I even dont have to ask them. I see myself making posters and screenprinted bags for Ethletic, startnext, betahaus, mozilla, modulor, prinzessinnengärten, change.org or airbnb and bookcrossing. I see myself founding kindergardens, building chairs with kids in Professor Hüthers schools, reading, writing and printing books, opening a crowd building academy, in which I would help people launching their own crowdfund-my-life campaign. I see myself spending as much as time with my son. I would carry him in my manduca to the TEDx Talks and making him get familiar with workshops, smelling the wood. Smelling Life. Wasting Dopamine. Here are the lyrics in english: One day, baby, well be old, oh baby well be old and think of all the stories that we couldve told. I, myself, am a master of tricks concerning self-deception. Im a textbook infant facing tasks. A decelerated particle. Unable to achieve whatsoever. Enthused by carelessness, if someone else is living it. Im thinking too much, waiting too much, take too much in hand and accomplish too little, I hold myself back, doubt everything. Id love to be smart, that alone is pretty dumb. Id love to say so much, but mostly remain quiet, because if Id tell it all it just would be too much. Id love to do so much, my list is very long, but I wont establish it all so I wont even start. Instead Im operating my smartphone, keep waiting for Friday, „Ill do it later is the baseline everyday. Im as lazy as a pebble on seabed. Im so lazy my patron is a ratfink. My life is like a waiting room, no ones calling me. Im saving my dopamine, just in case. And one day baby Ill be old, oh baby Ill be old and think of all the stories that I couldve told. And you: Youll be mumbling the same old resolutions on New Years Eve into your champagne, and December youll realize that you forgot about them again. So 2013 shouldve become the first year of the rest of your life, you planned to lose weight, get up early, go out more often, tackle your dreams, watch the news to gain more smalltalk-knowledge, but, like every year, your daily routine interfered. Our life is like a waiting room, no one calls on to us, we save our Dopamine, just in case well need it. And we are young and weve got time, why risk something? We dont want to make mistakes, dont want to lose something. And there still is so much to do, our lists remain so long. And just like that, day after day keeps coming into that unknown land. And one day baby well be old, oh baby well be old and think of all the stories that we couldve told. And the stories well be telling instead are sad subjunctives, like: „One day, I almost ran a Marathon, and almost read the Buddenbrooks! And one day I almost stayed awake until the clouds turned purple again, and that one time we almost unmasked ourselves and recognized that were the same, and then we almost told ourselves how much we mean to each other. And the fact that we just were too cowardly and lazy, well keep secret. And then we would wish that we could hang out here just a little longer. But when we get old and our days are counted -- thatll happen anyways - well recognize that we had nothing to lose, because the life that we want to live is at ones own choice. Lets write stories were proud of recounting later. Lets stay awake till daytime, climb the highest roof of the city and sing the greatest songs by heart. Lets throw parties like confetti, watch them tumbling down, celebrating former feasts until the clouds are purple again. And lets have confidence in ourselves, no matter if thats crazy and whoever sees it acknowledges that courage is just an anagram for luck. So whoever weve might been, lets become whoever we want to be, weve been waiting too long. Lets waste Dopamine! The meaning of life is living. Even Casper knew that! „Lets make the most of the night!, even Kesha knew that! Let us make as many errors as possible and learn the most out of them. Lets sow good so we can harvest even better. Lets do it all, because we can, and dont have to. Because now were young and animate and everyone should know! Our time will pass, thatll happen anyways, but till then were free and weve got nothing to lose. So lets unmask ourselves and see that were the same, and we could tell ourselves that we mean a lot to each other. Because the life were living we can choose for ourselves. So lets go! Lets write stories wed love to recount in the future. And one day, baby well be old, oh baby well be old and think of all the stories which belong to us forever.
Posted on: Thu, 23 Jan 2014 22:55:36 +0000
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