Of the Sublime

Από την καλύτερη νύχτα της ζωής μου δεν υπάρχουν ούτε φωτογραφίες,ούτε τσεκιν,ούτε στόρι στο instagram.Υπάρχουν μόνο αναμνήσεις,αναμνήσεις και χαρά που μείνανε σε εκείνες τις ξαπλώστρες με μπύρες και τα κύματα που σκάγανε δίπλα,ένα βράδυ του Ιούλη.

There'll be a moment when you realise you're 27 when yesterday you were just 17; and you wouldn't be able to tell how a decade passed away and your life got divided into before and afters. The fury of youth will subdue and nothing will really change but everything will feel different when you look at old photographs and blurry videos taken on cheap mobile phones. Scents will remind you of childhood and certain friends you don't talk to anymore, hangouts will become reunions and mom's burnt pie will become the best food you ever had. And I know on some days you won't be able to show anything of those 10 years but I hope you remember to breathe, and let go of the knot in your chest. I hope you go out in the sun and live a little, because tomorrow is 37.