You are now 35. You wake up, you clean yourself, you make your bed. You pickup your things. You go out the driveway. You go to work from 8 till 5. You come back home raged because you have to go through heavy traffic. You eat a microwave-heated meal, watch TV perhaps for a few hours. You get ready to sleep and the whole process .. repeats itself.. come weekend.. you hope to meet your friends, you hope there are events that may deter yourself from reality. The harshness of the real world. Suddenly out of the blue, you receive an invitation to a party. You attend, you go to your table and you take your sit. You hear a commotion in the background. You glance to the back only to see a rowdy group of youths sitting at a corner, playing cards and drinking hard liquor as if to have not a worry in the world. You look back at your friends. They start to denounce the group of youths. You join in to avoid the awkwardness of not being the silent one. But you are actually thinking, if only. Now you think, I cant drink because I had liver problems; not from drinking but from a hereditary disease; since 25. I can't party because I'm tied down to my 8-10 hour job. Now you think back.. to when you were a youth yourself.. How my life would have been different if I jumped off that plane... tragic.. but you live..

we only live once.. we are only 21 once.. time to live..