Goals fam. Living fast, dying young. I was always asked what I wanted to be when I grow up, after 31 years and some random days, I can answer it.
I don't wanna grow up.
I want to be me, live life to it's fullest, ride in the rain with the top down, camp out and listen to motorcycles buzz by all night, wake up to a sliver of a crescent moon a handful of stars escaping the imminent light ahead only to realize, oh shit, that's my wake up call and hastily wake up and ready myself.
To live on a whim, a moment's notice and never care of the outcome, just as long as I'm there to be an effect on it and not a cause of it.
I WILL be this joyful and at peace as the gentleman pictured. Mark my words.