You're 17 on the coast and the full moon is a large
gold plate in the sky spinning. You're passing around a
bottle of whatever you could get your hands on with six of your
best friends, sitting next to the boy or girl you like. And
this is it — constellations like roman candles exploding
and the tide tiptoes gently back and forth. You're here. In
a month they're gonna start calling you grownup, or
f.uck
up, depending on how quickly you adapt, and their motto on
dreams will turn from “reach for the stars” to
“keep your day job”. You'll learn to miss house
parties, drinking out of red cups, and trust me music never
tastes as good as it does when you are 17 and in love. But
it's not all bad. You'll have your freedom, the most
valuable asset you can own as long as you remember how to spend
it wisely. Travel, pick up and just leave from time to time,
never lose the spontaneity and sense of adventure that brought
you to this very coast tonight. And good luck. Because perhaps
to be young forever does not require the magic of Neverland or
a strange elixir, but is something that we can always find in
our hearts.
— Beau Taplin, Forever Young
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