First of all, I hope you are still alive. This advice will make more sense if you are. The point is, given how unpredictable life is… you just have to keep writing, keep moving, keep creating– whatever that means. Because, from my perspective, ten years in the past, not creating would mean being dead. Or it might as well be. At 25, my age now, as you know, the only terrifying this is the idea that in ten years, the things that make your (my) life in rest, would be lost or forgotten. Life simply IS poetry. So write, write, write– that is, if you’ve stopped, or given up, or whatever. Because you have the rest of eternity to be noticing, and doing nothing. Don’t forget that. As if you could.