One day, you’re going to grow up and life will seem all at once so much harder and so much better. There will be a galaxy sized array of choices and nobody to take responsibility for your mistakes but you. So, you’ve got to make your mistakes while you can, burn down the bridges while there’s still someone there to reassemble the pieces. You’ve got to daydream in class and spend your nights writing bad poetry with smeared ink on white walls. You’ve got to have the reflection of the moon in your eyes and doodle stars in the margins of your life. You’ve got to fall in love and get heartbroken and be a heartbreaker, and you’ve got to do it now. Because there will come a time when heartbreak ruins your life and doodling costs you your job and bad poetry isn’t as comforting. There will come a time when you are supposed to stop dreaming and start being “responsible”, which we all know is just another word for ordinary. You’ve got to do everything you’ve ever dreamed of now, because the world is going to try to crush that beautiful spirit of yours. And one day, you just might let it. Nobody thinks they’ll be the one with the regrets and lost dreams until they’re sitting in an office, working a 9-5 job wondering when the hell their entire lives flew by.