Kilómetros

Sometimes life is like a party where no one knows the script, but everyone is dancing for some reason. The music is blaring, someone is spilling beer, someone is talking nonsense about love, and somehow, it all works. You don't need to understand why or what for: just live as long as you have friends, a couple of coins for pizza, and the courage not to be afraid of being a little strange. Mistakes happen more often than weekends, but without them, how would you know the taste of true "whatever, let's move on"? Amidst the toasts, laughter, and missed chords, you suddenly catch a moment: everything seems to be falling apart, but it's easy to breathe. And that's already happiness - crooked, noisy, but your own.