The hardest period in life is one’s twenties. It’s a shame because you’re your most gorgeous, and you’re physically in peak condition. But it’s actually when you’re most insecure and full of self-doubt. When you don’t know what’s going to happen, it’s frightening.
—  Helen Mirren, quoted in Esquire’s “What I’ve Learned”
Get over it, people. Get over the Internet. Go outside. Get off this website. Make friends. Meet them in a bar. Buy someone you love something warm or nice to drink. Go to the park. Breathe in the air. Take in the outside. Look at the tiny flying things in the sky and wonder how they sing a song without overanalyzing every action, without eating each other alive. Watch how they eat only for sustenance, how they hoard only for others. Find a friend. Go to the beach, in the cold. Pick up a real thin rock at low tide and watch it skip, skip, skip and then descend. Watch your friend do it. Think about how satisfying it is, watching it float like that in between hops, then how silly it is that we do anything at all. Look over to your friend and watch him skip that fucker, satisfied, and forgive.