Life is finite.

There is only a small number of summers that you will enjoy. Sitting alone at night, thinking of being alive.

There is only a small number of winters that you will experience. Sitting with friends laughing.

Even tomorrow you may not be here.

Just sleeping is a great adventure that we don’t know if we will endure at the end.

So don’t waste it.

Be yourself.

Cry. Laugh. Hate. Love.

The journey has started a long time ago. You have already spent your last days ashore. In the same ship all together. You, your parents, friends and enemies.

Dying one after the other.

And the horizon is still empty.

But I have stopped worrying a long time ago. Hold my hand. I am afraid.

Funny.

In the middle of the ocean

I can smell the shore…