I don’t know the secret to happiness. But, I know these things can’t hurt. Shooting nerf guns. Flying to places you’ve never been. Playing ukulele. Getting high and cooking. Eating frozen pizza at 3 a.m., inebriated. Reading books. Dreaming of one day writing books. Eating cleaner (save for frozen pizza at 3 a.m.). Taking pictures of lovely things. Listening to Frank Ocean. Listening to Cigarettes After Sex. Listening to Bon Iver. Sipping coffee with people you care about. Dedicating moments each day to be grateful you’re alive and breathing. Doing drugs on occasion (responsibly). Telling people you love, you love them. Lying in bed naked with pretty people. Petting dogs. Giving a fuck less about what people from your hometown think of you. Stacking money like a fucking G. Spending said stacked money on extraordinary experiences. Tipping your waiters and waitresses handsomely. Watching and being enormously proud of your brothers (and/or sisters ) success. Worrying less about a tomorrow that you’re not promised. Taking yourself and others less seriously. Attending live music. Soaking in hot tubs with close friends. Building businesses. Making good art. Making good art. Making good art. Trying like hell to leave the world a little better than you found it.
By Cole Schafer.
P.S. One day these one minute writings will be a big book called “One Minute, Please.” Can I let you know when that day comes? You can say yes, here.