Not to sound morbid, or anything. But. In the past few weeks, I have heard of three people who have died at a very young age. Three. In the past few years, I have had close relatives do the same. Heck, I’ve had a brush with mortality myself [and I am young – relatively.]
What does this say to me? Do what you’ve always wanted to do. Travel to where you’ve always wanted to go. Do not wait for later.
I found screenwriting. And some new friends.
Now, when will I be going back to Paris? As soon as I renew my passport.