But let us get one thing straight: the best years of our lives are not behind us. They’re part of us and they are set for repetition as we grow up and move to New York and away from New York and wish we did or didn’t live in New York. I plan on having parties when I’m 30. I plan on having fun when I’m old. Any notion of THE BEST years comes from clichéd “should haves…” “if I’d…” “wish I’d…
Yale Daily News column on how we have time to do what we dream of. The writer, 22, died a few days later in a car crash.
Man it sure is dusty around here…
(via brooklynmutt)
