You will need more than us. You’ll need more and better. You’ll need other people. You’ll need people to help you process, people to help you let go, people to help you remember what’s true, and people to help you forget what’s lies. You’ll need the stories and advice of people with grey hair. Don’t buy the lie that suggests they have nothing to offer or nothing to say- they were young once too. Their stories are still going and they have seen the places you will go. They’ve been stuck at times as well, just like you, me and everyone.

You will need coffee shops and sunsets and road trips. Airplanes and passports and new songs and old songs, but people more than anything else. You’ll need other people and you’ll need to be that other person to someone else, a living breathing screaming invitation to believe better things.

The story doesn’t end here, that the air in your lungs is there for a reason. Perhaps we’re all in the business of better endings.