. a moment asks you to take a deep breath and be as brave as the world leaves you.

Believe me when I tell you that the second one in front of you will not have it again. Believe me when I tell you that one day you will hear the noise of your past and want to get rid of the road, throw stones at your mistakes, scream loudly to the world that counts it and puts the balance in your favor. Believe me, when I tell you that you will drag with you the footprint of very few people, but what you keep, will be the only thing you have left of them, much to your regret. Believe me, you'll have plenty of friends and you'll have the perfect space to keep those you have for life. That the fleeting loves will make you shine, those that do not become, they will make you stronger and you will always think that that, the one of your life, you let it escape one Sunday morning. Believe me, when you learn to tell the good in your life, the bad will stop making sense, and you will feel nostalgic for those moments in which the least important thing was a black hole for you. Believe me, it will be a few days if the world turns just to be happy. Take them, press them hard and keep that feeling for those who are not so good.