Hey, Son.

Hey, son. Don't come home.
Yet.

Go ahead,
give it another go.

Don't come home
until you’ve dove deep
in search for your dreams,
and you’re soaked in travels and sex.

Don’t return
until you have wrung out
the last drop of the juice of life.

Don't come back
until you have cried,
laughed, 
until you have gotten drunk
in celebrations and adventures.

Be corageous,
don't run away from your emotions
feel, let them in
taste pain 
feel it in your veins.

Having fear
doesn't make you weak,
own what keeps you up at night.

Be alive
like a butterfly.
Be wild,
the world is just a playground.
Seek peace.
Be cool, not cruel.

Fall in love,
be gentle and kind,
respectful and playful.

No matter what,
stand back up
hold your head up high
the view gets clearer
in the following round. 

There's no reward

if you don’t try.

In cold nights

don't close your arms

be brave,

offer a hand. 

Be a friend

give,

don't expect to receive.

Take a moment,

stop scrolling up and down

you'll miss the wonders

hidden in people's eyes.

Gratitude is a real thing,

it's reciprocal and free of charge.

Regret doesn't chase

what seems to be big,

real perls dwell in the simple things.

Be resilient,

breathe into your questions.

Have faith, 

believe in your name.

Don't be afraid to hear your soul,

your voice is the best choice.

Hey, Son

before you come back,

take a look in your heart

see what you find.