Just a poem with potential for rejuvenation:
You start dying slowly – By Pablo Neruda
You start dying slowly
if you do not travel,
if you do not read,
If you do not listen to the sounds...
Ahuenai patusint su buvusia ribiata!!
Chaoban
Dear Future Me,
I can't believe you're already 15...I still remember when you were seven, with your erratic tantrums and (incredibly) round face...
15 is a magical year. Did everything go well?...
Dear Senior Jack,
My definition of success is not having a big house, a boat, cars, and a big wallet. My definition of success is if you are happy and you know that you’ve accomplished...