Today, a 24-year-old, wearing a raggedy, old NASA t-shirt and dingy gray Vans, purchased a home. This same 24-year-old looked across the table at their very best friend in the world and thought: If I wasn’t gay, I would have spent forever with you.
I meandered down the street.. noticing the girls, noticing the boys; noticing them noticing each other and wondering who and what I was, exactly. I discovered that I was content with the answers “human; alive.”
Don’t put off embarking on new adventures or pursuing happiness until your schedule is perfectly clear, because that will – likely – never happen.
Use your best judgment. Let your immune system fend for itself when you can stand to do so — it’ll strengthen itself that way — but don’t hesitate to solicit and accept conventional help when necessary.
I’m done pouring concrete into the recesses of my mind; awkwardly hammering thoughts into place, and putting glass memories on display atop cold, metal shelves. I’m keeping things fluid; soft and slippery and in a constant state of suspension. I’ll entertain this idea for a bit right now, and then we’ll see what comes of it later.
Use your time discriminatingly. Allocate your funds wisely. Bond yourself with others cautiously, and paint your world with the most beautiful colors.