We are too old to be fickle, too old not to know what we want.
While we are too young to set anything in stone, we are also too old not to try and chisel the certainty out of life.
We are too old to demand perfection.
We are too young to stop hoping.
We are too old to romanticize pain.
We are too young for cynicism.
We are too old to stay petty.
We are too young to ally ourselves with fear.
We are never too young for tragedy.
We are never too old for magic.
We are too old for bad habits.
But we are young enough to make and keep resolutions.
We are too old to be foolish.
We are too young to be tired.
We are too old to be afraid of solitude.
We are too young to think we need no one.
We are too old not to hold out for aces
And too young not to go all in.
We are too damn young to stop believing in love.
We are far too old to trick ourselves into believing that it will always last forever.
No age has ever had a monopoly on living.
We are young, we are so very young, we will always be young.
But we are also old enough for courage and wisdom.
We are also old enough to settle into the skin we are in.
We are also old enough to take life and dance with it, hearts beating, alive alive alive.