GO AHEAD, BINGE.
Im not saying go out and snort a bunch of cocaine or do anything that's going to seriously put you or the people around you in danger, obviously.
Binge on the things that bring fulfillment and happiness and satisfaction and make you feel alive. Binge on people who fascinate you and love that wakes you up from monotony. Binge on exploring, both your hometown and the farthest continent. Binge on the time you spend bettering yourself and petting dogs. Binge on picking your grandma's brain and learning the story of the time she got catfished. Binge on living, in all senses. Binge on indulging.
We're told from an early age that moderation is key. Count your calories, wait a while before you tell someone you love them, and remember that balance is the path to happiness. While all of those things are great in theory, does a lesson taught from someone else's mistakes just as deeply as the ones you learn yourself? When you binge, you find your own boundaries.
If I spend every waking moment attempting to keep my life in balance, I'm going to fuck up. Having already fucked up quite a few times in my life, and having lived to tell the tale, I don't regret any of it.
I've binged plenty of times in my life, sometimes for better, sometimes for worse. Regardless, I indulged. This collection is the result.
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Binge
Non-FictionThis is the actual book (word for word) that THE Tyler Oakley wrote. All rights belong to Tyler Oakley. I did not write any part of this publication, it was all him. Enjoy!
