: i’m sitting in a coffee shop ( ), writing, thinking, planning the rest of the day, calming down. and then a group of young girls walks in. seven, maybe eight of them. around nine or ten years old. they make so much noise, running all over the place, getting excited about a free glass of water they got from the barista, ordering small coffees or whatever that was. and they’re everywhere.

i look at them and think – what a great way to spend time with friends. and i’m jealous. jealous of that energy, of that life, of being so and happy. i’d love to live like that. well, actually, i try to live like that, with the same kind of energy. but it’s hard to find people my age who want to live like that too – who want to move, laugh, run around like those girls.

i just hope they’ll never turn into those tired, drained, sitting, always-resting adults. mentally, or maybe energetically, i feel closer to those ten-year-old girls than to “my people”.

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