“We were laying in bed just the other night, looking at the ceiling, and I said: ‘You know, it’s been thirty years, and it’s never felt worn. There’s never been a sense of tiredness with you.’”
You’re gonna get depressed sometimes. You’re gonna have weeks where you don’t feel like eating. Where gravity is working overtime, like it’s afraid of getting laid off, and you can barely lift your fork to your mouth.
And you are going to have a choice.
Do you want to see this world as ugly or beautiful?
Listen to me. Really listen to me. Nothing is that bad. Nothing. I don’t care how bad it seems at the time, you need to hear me when I say nothing is that bad and everything is fixable.
You’re not supposed to have it figured out or know what you want to do. Hell, I didn’t until I was 30, and I was still an idiot then. Any 21-year-old who claims they have everything figured out and their life together is either full of shit or the minority. And neither should affect how you feel about yourself. You’ll get there, kid.