If people mean the world to me, they should know that and I should be making an effort to spend time with them. If something makes me happy, I should figure out a way to ensure it's a part of my life. If the perfect path does not yet exist, I should find the nearest detour and keep moving forward.
For most people, life is an exercise in trade-offs (actually, probably for all people). As a perfectionist, there's a good chance that I've long tried to convince myself that I could find the holy grail of perfect existence if I just tried hard enough. But I'm 28 years old and I should be living life and learning, not holding back and waiting on perfection.
So thanks to thirteen tastings of Rioja wine and an evening spent in great company, I'm making a public statement of gratefulness for the amazing things that exist now and dedication to pursuing anything that I know makes me happy; it doesn't matter if I have utopia figured out just yet.
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