My lovely friend Lola is at home sick, so tuesday [instead of going to school] after I came back from a day with the coaches I went to visit her. We sat and talked for a while, and then watched PS. I Love You. It's funny. Because watching a movie like that, one filled with so much self pity and hot irish boys I pulled a whole new meaning from it.
What the fuck are you waiting for? Why are you leaving things for when you're older, wiser, more powerful? Why are you watching other people work hard for what they believe in - struggling and putting everything they have, everything that they are to a goal. Get off your lazy ass. Go out. Conquer. Because no one will do it for you. Dream big, remember that even the biggest of goals have to be achieved by someone. Why can't you be that special someone? I'll tell you why. Because you're so afraid of failing, so stubborn and unwilling to learn and make mistakes and cry that you wont ever try.
So please, don't say you'll do it tomorrow. 89 thousand people die in their sleep every night. You may not wake up tomorrow to discover your potential.
Try your hardest. Be good to others. Dream big. Have fun. Never go to sleep angry. Tell those you love how you feel. Tell the truth. Smile. Breathe. Drive a little too fast. Fall a little too hard. Cry as often as is necessary. Hold everything back. Hold nothing back. Give everyday your all. Wear your heart on your sleeve. Guard your heart. Sing loud and often. Whisper and giggle and pout and tease and taunt and flirt and be silly and cuddle. Remember that this could be your last day.
Like I said - what the fuck are you waiting for?
- xx, Kelly.
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