Spend the Friday nights of your youth bar hopping to vent away the filthy corporate angst.
Get half sober and share a taxi ride with a tipsy boy, sitting a little closer than you should.
Spend its mornings watching the sunrise from a mountain top beside a stranger who might someday learn that you are more beautiful than the tangerine sky;
who wouldn't count the hills and rivers he had to cross just to see you smile.
Spend its afternoons watching lazy pedestrians go about, through the misty glass walls of unpopular coffee shops.
Offer a shy smile to the serious guy from across the table who likes his coffee black,
Take the extra sugar off his palms and spread the sweetness around.
What I'm trying to say is that --
while you are young, make sure to go out and meet people.
Just that, at the end of every day, make sure to go home
and find love.