I would choose my 31-year-old self over my 24-year-old self a million times over
Every year has difficulties. Difficulties are normal. It’s how you live your life each day that determines how you create a lifetime.
Make friends who are more than just drinking buddies and who are actually there for you beyond Friday and Saturday nights.
I may die in the next year. But probably not. The odds are good that in about 18 more months, I will turn 40. I have some cause for optimism.
Never having good sex again.
In this bar, I think about my youth and how it’s still here, but slipping at the same time. People who are older will sigh and say things like, “Oh, to be your age again!” And I want to ask them if they were this depressed.
If being young is about exploring, than perhaps growing up is about flourishing.
Wow, I thought my time was almost up!!
Without knowledge, there is no restraint, and without restraint, there is uninhibited bliss; you’re free to do and be as you please in an illuminated world.
30 is waiting. Goodbye forever, dear 20. You will always have a special place in my heart.