you can always start again. clean up your socials, make new playlists, donate clothes you no longer wear. try out a new recipe, move to a new city and make new friends, pick up new hobbies you never thought of before. there is no limit to how many times you can press the reset button. it’s okay to change and start over. you don’t need anyone’s permission to do it.
i want to live. i want the rush of missing my bus stop home on purpose and having no idea of what corner of the city i’ll end up in. learn with a friend how to dance like they did in fancy ballrooms, hand flowers to people i’ll probably only see once in my life. go outside just to get lost, and laugh without caring how loud my happiness is. fall in love with strangers i pass by in the street, sing to myself when im washing dishes and smile at little things. learn to cook properly to hear the hum people let out when they taste something nice and hear them say i should share the recipe. have my heart broken a thousand times to mend it again and again so that every time it grows bigger and warmer with new people and things i find beautiful. i want to drown in coincidences, stupid mistakes and decisions i havent really thought through
