"May flowers grow in the saddest parts of you."

“Suddenly you’re twenty-seven and you’re in a room full of strangers, asking yourself „how the hell did I even get here?“. The people around you mean nothing to you, at least not in the long run, and you feel more alone than you have in years. Briefly, you think about taking one of them home with you, but what if it leads to unanswered texts and new attachments you don’t want and what if it’s just mindless fun and leads to nothing at all? You’re scared it will matter in a few years‘ time and at the same time you’re scared it won’t. You look around the room, into all the happy faces, and you wonder what’s going on behind these façades. Because you know it’s not real. It can’t be. Because in two days, it‘ll be Monday again and you‘ll go back to a job you can’t stand, with people you only smile at because you have to. It makes you wonder if it’s all worth it - the pretending, the lying, the scheming for a way out. Because you’re twenty-seven. You know yourself better than you did ten years ago. You know what you’re capable of. You‘ve seen it every day for the past years. So why are you asking yourself all these questions? The only question that matters is: if I want something more, why don’t I just go out there and get it? Why don’t I fight for it and take the leap?”

“Do you ever find yourself nostalgic for the life you never got to have?”