It’s true, I eventually learned not to give as much f*k as I used to. About most of life, the drama, about all the petty things that used to keep my younger self awake at night, like thinking about my dreams.
Maybe this is part of growing up, but I’ve come to just appreciate the quiet. The deep conversations, the calming music which always gets me emotional in the most random of places.
You see, my light isn’t as bright as I thought it would be. Now I know that my “friends” and the ones who care are sometimes different people, and that I have a short list of accomplishments compared to others. But it’s freeing to realize that when you stopped shooting for the bests in life, you’ll learn to appreciate the ones you used to take for granted. You’ll see the beauty in the simple things, and you just won’t feel like you’re missing out on anything because things makes sense—very different from the familiar feeling of always chasing something, always running around.

You see, I eventually learned not to give as much f**k as I used to. Whatever will be, will be.

I’m here to live the moment.