Whatever makes you happy, will make me happy too, at least one day.
You can't make everyone happy. Not at the same time. So be happy. For you and only you.
Grab life by the titties or the ass, 'cause you are right: it is too short, too fast, and too fucking wide.
I wish you nothing. And this is a good thing, because it means I've let you go.
Now let go. Not of me, I don't mean it like that. I know you are not holding on to me for a long time and it's good. Let go of the fear. Don't overthink it. Don't over-chew it. Spit it out or swallow it and let it take you to wherever it must.
We controlewwwwwwwwwwwww2wwwww2w3sews (sorry, something stuck on the keyboard). We control nothing. So, therefore, nothing really controles us. Except maybe for the real nothing that lies behind all things: fear, pride, illusion.
Sometimes fear is good. Fear of losing people you love makes you treat them better, fear of dying makes you stay alive, fear of getting hurt makes you not be a reckless demon. But you cannot fear life. So, this is my unwanted advice:
Also, this is a self-message. We both shall read it when courage seems to be getting further and further away.