All the time you spent imagining the worst that could happen, what if this time, you spend it imagining the best case that could be?
Would your heart be freer? Your life happier?
Would it make you want to live longer?
I want to hear it from you.
I want you to find the answer that you refuse to acknowledge.
The world is the same, and yet it's constantly evolving.
What other world is out there?
One world.
One life.
If it gets destroyed, will it really satisfy you?
There is just one of it.
And there is just one of you.
Is it romanticism to think you could find happiness here?
Hope for the best, the foolish one says.
Magic is real, the dreaming child insists oh so stubbornly.
I don't like it here, you grumble like someone who has lived way longer than you actually have.
Well, who does like it here?
But it's what you've got.
And you're here.
So why not make the best of it?
If the one day comes when the sky you love starts to get blurry, and rain greets your face like caress but you no longer can feel.
When all the voices around start to stop making sense till all that's there is your own.
In that moment when you're about to greet your end, wouldn't it be wonderful to actually greet whoever's coming and be able to say you have no regrets?
Alas my friend, for all that we are worth, let's live stubbornly and chase after happiness without qualms of hesitations or regrets. I bet if we really go at it, we could find it and live a pretty damn good life by our own standards.
Not the world's. The world be damned.
But maybe not so much, because this is the world we're in. The one place where we get to try out best.
So what do you say?
Live long. Live real. Live bravely.
Live like a hero taking his first step into a world he couldn't wait to protect because he already loves it.
Love?
Yeah, that.
Maybe that is what is waiting.
What we'll end up finding.
That thing that's always been there, even when we have nothing left to hold onto.
Love.
What a crazy thing old people say.
But maybe the crazy one is me.
Crazy finding crazy.
Life finding love.
Love finding life.
A pretty darn good start.
Would it make you want to live longer?
I want to hear it from you.
I want you to find the answer that you refuse to acknowledge.
The world is the same, and yet it's constantly evolving.
What other world is out there?
One world.
One life.
If it gets destroyed, will it really satisfy you?
There is just one of it.
And there is just one of you.
Is it romanticism to think you could find happiness here?
Hope for the best, the foolish one says.
Magic is real, the dreaming child insists oh so stubbornly.
I don't like it here, you grumble like someone who has lived way longer than you actually have.
Well, who does like it here?
But it's what you've got.
And you're here.
So why not make the best of it?
If the one day comes when the sky you love starts to get blurry, and rain greets your face like caress but you no longer can feel.
When all the voices around start to stop making sense till all that's there is your own.
In that moment when you're about to greet your end, wouldn't it be wonderful to actually greet whoever's coming and be able to say you have no regrets?
Alas my friend, for all that we are worth, let's live stubbornly and chase after happiness without qualms of hesitations or regrets. I bet if we really go at it, we could find it and live a pretty damn good life by our own standards.
Not the world's. The world be damned.
But maybe not so much, because this is the world we're in. The one place where we get to try out best.
So what do you say?
Live long. Live real. Live bravely.
Live like a hero taking his first step into a world he couldn't wait to protect because he already loves it.
Love?
Yeah, that.
Maybe that is what is waiting.
What we'll end up finding.
That thing that's always been there, even when we have nothing left to hold onto.
Love.
What a crazy thing old people say.
But maybe the crazy one is me.
Crazy finding crazy.
Life finding love.
Love finding life.
A pretty darn good start.
