One Day.

 

I blame my good friend Paula for my obsession on this book.

What are you going to do with your life?

In one way or another it seemed that people had been asking her this forever; teachers, her parents, friends, at three in the morning, but the question had never seemed this pressing and still she was no nearer an answer. The future rose up ahead of her, a succession of empty days, each more daunting and unknowable than the one before her. How would she ever fill them all?

She began walking again, south towards The Mound. ‘Live each day as if it’s your last‘, that was the conventional advice, but really, who had the energy for that? What if ir rainerd or you feel a bit glandy? It just wasn’t practical. Better by far to simply try and be good and courageous and bold and to make a difference. Not change the world exactly, but the bit around you. Go out there with your passion and your electric typewriter and work hard at… something.

Change live through art maybe.

Cherish your friends, stay true to your principles, live passionately and fully and well.

Experience new things.

Love and be loved, if you ever get the chance.

 

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