Life's Too Short To Waste On Things You're Not Passionate About, So Just Buy Those Concert Tickets

Life's Too Short To Waste On Things You're Not Passionate About, So Just Buy Those Concert Tickets

Or don't buy them and spend your life wishing you did. Work and school are really important and not temporary or superficial at all, right?

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The concert of the year is quickly approaching and the more time that goes by, the more expensive those tickets are going to be. Do not keep telling yourself that "money is tight", or "it will be hard to cover the shift at work", or "school is really stressful right now". Yeah, yeah, and the sky is blue.

We all have obligations, and the whole venue is going to be filled with people that are blowing off their responsibilities and enjoying life in that moment. Someone that is constantly worried about work, school, or finances is not the same person who has the best stories to tell the next time everyone is standing around the water cooler.

Life is simply too short to waste on things that you aren't passionate about. Just go for it, already!

Now, this may be the typical opinion that one would expect from a millennial. Though regardless of someone's age, where anyone comes from or what they find value in, nobody should want to miss out on something that is clearly at this level of appeal, while also held at such little risk of regret. One day of work will not send any boss over the edge, and missing any time in class can be made up in no time. As for that oh-so-tight budget, ask yourself this question... How many unnecessary purchases have I made this month?


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Nobody needs the extra trip to Starbucks, the snack when filling up at the gas station, or the brand name clothes that looked much cuter on the mannequin. If the responsibility of where to spend a paycheck is in question, then the cut back on preventable spending should also be considered.

Concerts are completely necessary. The release that comes from amazing live music, an electric environment, and the bonding between friends is all combined to be an experience unlike any other in life. Nobody ever reminisces on a live concert event and promptly remembers how frustrated their boss was for taking the day off.


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Granted, the exact moment of purchase can be a bit painful. Just like a ripping off a band-aid, that discomfort can be aided by clinching your teeth and yelling... but with excitement! Scream! You're going! Circle that date on a calendar, start a count-down of days, and don't dare to think about all of the responsible things that are supposed to happen on that day. Opportunities for money and extra hours will always present themselves in the future, but there is only one date to see that band, concert, or festival that has been calling to you from the back of your mind for too long.

Start a new tradition and make memories with friends. The atmosphere at a concert is unlike any other, and the people that attend are just as indescribable as they are positive and encouraging. Having a bond that is shared between two music enthusiasts is something that can only be understood by someone who has had that experience. Make an entire day out of it! Get there early to tailgate and listen to the best pump-up jams on the way there. Play corn-hole in the parking lot and meet some new people. It's not like there's any work or school to do, right? Make this day off worth it!


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As if any more reasons need to be provided, always remember that the world can be a crazy and unusual place, and nobody ever knows when the last chance to do or see a certain thing will be. In 2017, the world lost Chris Cornell (of Soundgarden and Audioslave), Chester Bennington (of Linkin Park), and Tom Petty, among others. All three of these artists were on tour the year of their tragic deaths. Any fans that missed their last chance to see them play live in their nearest big city is no doubt regretting it.

Do not make the mistake of one day having to say "I wish I saw them when I had the chance". Ask any My Chemical Romance fan what they would give to go back in time just to make the irresponsible decision of buying concert tickets on a college student budget. Nobody ever knows when a band may break up, or when tragedy will strike, so make sure to attend all the concerts as possible while they are still around.

There may not always be "a next time" so when that big show is scheduled near you... do not hesitate. Learn from the ghost of missed opportunities. Nobody ever knows when their last chance to do anything will be, so live life the way it was meant to be lived and have as much fun as possible while there is still fun to be had. Buy those tickets and have something to look forward to. You owe it to yourself, and you will not regret it. Have fun.

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To The Person Who Feels Suicidal But Doesn't Want To Die

Suicidal thoughts are not black and white.
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Everyone assumes that if you have suicidal thoughts that means you want to die.

Suicidal thoughts are thought of in such black-and-white terms. Either you have suicidal thoughts and you want to die, or you don't have suicidal thoughts and you want to live. What most people don't understand is there are some stuck in the gray area of those two statements, I for one am one of them.

I've had suicidal thoughts since I was a kid.

My first recollection of it was when I came home after school one day and got in trouble, and while I was just sitting in the dining room I kept thinking, “I wonder what it would be like to take a knife from the kitchen and just shove it into my stomach." I didn't want to die, or even hurt myself for that matter. But those thoughts haven't stopped since.

I've thought about going into the bathroom and taking every single pill I could find and just drifting to sleep and never waking back up, I've thought about hurting myself to take the pain away, just a few days ago on my way to work I thought about driving my car straight into a tree. But I didn't. Why? Because even though that urge was so strong, I didn't want to die. I still don't, I don't want my life to end.

I don't think I've ever told anyone about these feelings. I don't want others to worry because the first thing anyone thinks when you tell them you have thoughts about hurting or killing yourself is that you're absolutely going to do it and they begin to panic. Yes, I have suicidal thoughts, but I don't want to die.

It's a confusing feeling, it's a scary feeling.

When the depression takes over you feel like you aren't in control. It's like you're drowning.

Every bad memory, every single thing that hurt you, every bad thing you've ever done comes back and grabs you by the ankle and drags you back under the water just as you're about the reach the surface. It's suffocating and not being able to do anything about it.

The hardest part is you never know when these thoughts are going to come. Some days you're just so happy and can't believe how good your life is, and the very next day you could be alone in a dark room unable to see because of the tears welling up in your eyes and thinking you'd be better off dead. You feel alone, you feel like a burden to everyone around you, you feel like the world would be better off without you. I wish it was something I could just turn off but I can't, no matter how hard I try.

These feelings come in waves.

It feels like you're swimming and the sun is shining and you're having a great time until a wave comes and sucks you under into the darkness of the water. No matter how hard you try to reach the surface again a new wave comes and hits you back under again, and again, and again.

And then it just stops.

But you never know when the next wave is going to come. You never know when you're going to be sucked back under.

I always wondered if I was the only one like this.

It didn't make any sense to me, how did I think about suicide so often but not want to die? But I was thinking about it in black and white, I thought I wasn't allowed to have those feelings since I wasn't going to act on them. But then I read articles much like this one and I realized I'm not the only one. Suicidal thoughts aren't black and white, and my feelings are valid.

To everyone who feels this way, you aren't alone.

I thought I was for the longest time, I thought I was the only one who felt this way and I didn't understand how I could feel this way. But please, I implore you to talk to someone, anyone, about the way you're feeling, whether it be a family member, significant other, a friend, a therapist.

My biggest mistake all these years was never telling anyone how I feel in fear that they would either brush me off because “who could be suicidal but not want to die?" or panic and try to commit me to a hospital or something. Writing this article has been the greatest feeling of relief I've felt in a long time, talking about it helps. I know it's scary to tell people how you're feeling, but you're not alone and you don't have to go through this alone.

Suicidal thoughts aren't black and white, your feelings are valid, and there are people here for you. You are not alone.

If you or someone you know is experiencing suicidal thoughts, call the National Suicide Prevention Hotline — 1-800-273-8255


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