Einer fuer alle und jeder fuer sich.

Break your heart. I mean, really break it. Follow the river downstream until it parts and then feel how your hands long to float to the sea, while your stomach longs to crash down with the waterfall... let it tear you apart. Relinquish your control. Stretch yourself until you become translucent. Break your heart. And then go to work. Not into a prison cell, not into some kind of exile. Go to work. Show up for your life. Get wasted and overly dramatic and disintegrate a little. You grew up far too quickly. Now people expect you to handle whatever life throws at you. Thruth is: They are hoping their rough patch, their heartache, their lull in motivation will pass. They are just waiting. For the real life to begin. But it is this path of shards of glas. It is a grey road beneath a grey sky. Break your heart. Bite your lips to the brightest red. Suffer, if you cannot dance. Burn down fields and forests until the sky is tinged orange. Don't let them tell you that this is not the end of the world. After all - how would they know?