Now is the time to begin the rest of your life. Now is the time to finish this frustrating chapter you are sick of reading. Now is the time to start writing a new book with new characters and a new narrative. Now is the time to put on your cape and be the hero you have always been but never knew you needed. I know though, it is hard, it really is, because you do not have the money, do not know where to go, do not want to go alone, have never done anything like this, have a head full of worries and doubts and what ifs and “how will I even…” and “you do not understand…” and “I could never…” and “I need more time…” and “It is not the right time…” and “I can not decide…” and… Fuck it. Go anyway. “Fuck it. I am doing it.” Try saying that out loud. And again. Now go out and let the world scare you and see how brave you become. Go be broke and leave how survival lurks around every corner and how it always works out somehow in some way. Go laugh until your stomach aches. Go climb mountains where the open road ends. Go find love in new eyes and stare at a stranger who may change your life. Go feel lonely and hurt. Go honor self-worth and go shatter self-doubt and discover the booming blossoms in the upturn of your mouth. Go gaze at stars, have breakdowns and breakthroughs, eat good food, and do whatever you want to do. Go be free. Go have fun. Go and let your heart decide how, and where, and why. Now many people on their deathbed regret following their heart, but do you know what they do regret? They regret living small, playing safe. They regret never trying to feel truly alive. They regret not believing in themselves enough to live the life they desire. Do not be one of those fucking people, okay?