We are all here and we are all fucked up. None of us really know what we’re doing but we’re out for ourselves, and somehow along the way we find people that we’re willing to look out for as well. We find love, then we lose it just as easily as we found it. We learn and we let go. We are here for a short amount of time and in that amount of time, we must live all of the emotions that we can, whether they are good, bad or indifferent. We must take every opportunity with open arms and regret the ones we did not take. We must fall apart and rebuild ourselves. There is no purpose in any of our lives other than to live them with as few regrets as possible. In the end, no one cares what you did or what you could have done. When we are all gone, no one is going to remember you. Stop living to be memorable, live to be yourself and everything that you yourself want to stand for.