Life is moving so fast I feel like I’m missing out on all the good shit—the quiet moments, the slow hours watching a rainstorm roll in, uncounted time spent writing a letter to a friend, the long dinners where you talk until late, sweet mornings when you have no plans and no desire to make them. On the back of my hand I write, “Slow down.” In my notebook I write, “Slow down” (and underline it three times). I tell myself this, “Slow down. Live better. Quit wasting your short life. You will regret the many hours of your life you have wasted with unsatisfying, inconsequential garbage. The purpose of life is to live. It’s time to live.”
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