What we have to remember is that we can still do anything. We can change our
minds. We can start over.
We don’t have a word for the opposite of loneliness, but if we did, I could say that’s what I want in life.
We're so young. We can't, we MUST not lose this sense of possibility because in the end, it's all we have.
And I cry because everything is so beautiful and so short.
We're so young. We're so young. We're twenty-two years old. We have so much time. There's this sentiment I sometimes sense, creeping in our collective conscious as we lie alone after a party, or pack up our books when we give in and go out - that it is somehow too late. That others are somehow ahead. More accomplished, more specialized. More on the path to somehow saving the world, somehow creating or inventing or improving. That it's too late now to BEGIN a beginning and we must settle for continuance, for commencement.