oh the youth is wasted on the young. with hindsight, even yesterday seems like a wasted effort. it was spent complaining about problems that are now nothing but a memory. the arguments as well, why we simply do not go about our days saying yes to everyone, agreeing on their points and moving on. if i could change anything it would be the moments where i was not praising others, telling my closest people in my life i love them, not admiring the countless things that make this world ours. enjoying each moment as if it were the last. laughing as i woke up, smiling since i woke up, cognitive that it is all going away, realizing that it is all getting harder, and duller and more and more distant. the yesterdays are gaining on the tomorrows.

smile. seems so easy. like hope and good intentions. if it was just so. unfortunately we get worn out, forgetting the reason we started in the first place. pains come, jealousy rears its ugly head, we get pushed from behind by our families and sidelined by our friends. the days also keep coming, one after the other, no end in sight and no ability to distinguish between them, our smiles fade in the same moments that our days do.

then the butterfly enters the room. a cake awaits you in the fridge or you remember it has been awhile since you had masturbated. a brief moment of reprise, a reason to celebrate, a quick rain to extinguish the summer heat, a reason to love it all. and thats it. brief reminders that this is not such a shit show, that the moments are worth the effort, that the life is worth the living. we have these every day, in comparison, a series of disasters can still be ranked from high to low. in comparisons we can look at each day, each hour and each life and find a reason to smile and not take it so damn seriously.