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While we're young


I want to live before life becomes a list of things I have to do. I want to miss the last bus and laugh about it later, dance badly in the middle of a street, buy flowers just because they looked pretty. I want random plans and unfinished conversations, midnight walks, too much coffee, and photographs I don't remember taking. I want friends who turn ordinary evenings into stories we'll tell when we're old. I want to say yes to things that scare me, take the long way home, get lost in a city I've never seen before. I want days that don't need to be productive to be worth remembering. Because maybe life was never meant to be a perfect timeline— maybe it's supposed to be a little messy, a little loud, a little ridiculous. Maybe we're supposed to fall, get up, change our minds, fall in love, fall out of love, and still keep going. So while we're young, let's not spend every minute waiting for life to begin. Let's go outside. Let's make mistakes worth remembering. Let's laugh until our stomachs hurt. Let's stay up too late talking about everything and nothing. Let's live so fully that one day, when someone asks us what we did with our youth, we won't have to think. We'll just smile and say— I lived it.
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