Time, the illusion of having enough of it.

Constucted as a tool relatively for happenings, otherwise how would we know to measure the important things in life? And also (unfortunately) all the horrible things in life? Noticing growth?

Passing by with each skipping move of the arrows, portraying an invisible a shadow of your existence. Every change is the birth of a new, and at the same time the death of the previous. A series of opportunities to be present.

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Spend time with your loved ones, your weird ones, your bold ones and your old ones. You never know which is your last laugh together. Which crazy stories you joined just in time. What wine gave the best headache, and all the yippy ki-yay-motherfucker-fingers you should’ve flipped.
Be the lead singer in your one-girl/man band. Choose your crew by their warface. Go on a live-tour, and let the door smack you on your way out to live your life, like a kickstart.
Do sleep like a starfish in your hugeass bed.
Sleep well.
Nobody owes you shit. And you don’t owe them.
But you owe it to yourself.
Share it. Be good.
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