Breathe.

Some people have a perfect plan for their life.
They want to become a doctor or they just know that they want to earn a lot of money.
They want to buy a cabriolet, when they’re at the beginning of getting old and the ending of looking handsome.

I don’t think that these people know what living means.
Living means… to breathe.

To breathe the love of your friends.
To breathe the sound of Arcady.
To breathe the happiness around you.
To breathe the smell of liberty.

The liberty of living a real life.
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