Blue In The Cheeks

“but let us get one thing straight: the best years of our lives are not behind us. They’re part of us and they are set for repetition as we grow up and move to New York and away from New York and wish we did or didn’t live in New York. I plan on having parties when I’m 30. I plan on having fun when I’m old. Any notion of the best years comes from clichéd should haves …” “if I’d …” “wish I’d …” Of course, there are things we wished we did: our readings … that boy across the hall … We’re our own hardest critics and it’s easy to let ourselves down.
Sleeping too late. Procrastinating. Cutting corners… Our private insecurities follow us and will always follow us. What we have to remember us that we can still do anything. We can change our minds. We can start over… The notion that it’s too late to do anything is comical. It’s hilarious. We’re so young. We can’t, we must not lose this sense of possibility because in the end, it’s all we have.”

Reading about this Yale student that passed away is mind blowing to me. Remembering that tomorrow could be someone, anyone for that matters last day going around the sun…. Heaviest heart.
Am I wasting very precious time?