My dear,
Don’t live to be a hundred.
Live for the now. Live for the moments that punch you in the stomach and leave you breathless. Live for the moments that can’t quiet be put into quiet the right words.
Don’t come at life as if it’s a race to see who lives the longest. Because that’s a race you’ll win with no smile on your face.
Add life to your days, not days to your life.
That’s math that’ll put a smile to your face indefinitely.
Falsely yours,
A. Nonymous
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