Translation: Life is too short to be sad, my baby
Thoughts: Life will end, yes you know. But can you comprehend this? Can you honestly accept that you might die before you even finish reading this post? You probably won’t. But there is a chance… So why do we stress for things that are 5 or 10 years ahead of today? Why do we, people, need to have the illusion of control for every situation? As if it matter if you plan everything or nothing. Laugh whenever you can and cry when you feel like crying, love with every chance and the first person who you should love is YOU, most people won’t get to know you in the same way you know yourself! At the end of the day, the dreamers survive, even in their dreams.