
I wish I was 19 again
I wish I knew then that a state of discomfort is simply mental
I wish I had overindulged in amazing literature
I wish I started off being more balanced and less nervous
I wish I knew that sometimes the answer is ridiculously simple
I wish I spent my teens years multiplying my creativity
I wish I knew it’s okay for your pride to take a back seat
If at 19 I knew all the above and what I know now about the extremes of rustic love, mass media, the culture of creativity, overrated rules, global politics, intellectual confidence, realness in life and in friends, I would have been a mother fucking genius… at 19.