there will always be a calling with your name on it. always. maybe not today. maybe not next week. maybe not while you’re sitting in that uncomfortable posture staring at the your screen, disassociated, mourning the person you used to be at 17, back when the future felt ENORMOUS. but eventually something will tap you on the shoulder and you’ll have the epiphany: a book or a person. some city. could be the literal wind before a storm, a random stranger smiling. a patch of saturated light on the floor.

top 3 hobbies for young adults:

looking in the mirror and repeating to myself over and over that at the end of the day this is my life and I have to do what’s best for me not what’s best for everyone else

But it was a May afternoon and with its perfume the fresh air was an open flower. So she thought it was marvelous and strange to be walking the streets—with the wind ruffling her hair. She couldn't remember when she'd last been alone, with just herself.

your problem is you think if you communicate with clarity and earnestness that people will actually understand you