His back hurt. His heart hurt. His mind was cluttered. “It’s all downhill after 25” played back in his head, a mantra that had been stuck there for a decade, a time that would never come. But to his surprise, it had.
‘Travel while you’re young.’ ‘Do it while you can.’ ‘I wish I could be in my 20s again.’ Fuck society imposing on his life. But age does bring wisdom. So it was time to go. Because it seemed there was no right time, but this was the best time yet because it was the worst time yet. “Get busy living or get busy dying.”