In my youth, parties for me were not just noise, music and laughter. It was a place where everything seemed possible. Where you could meet a person who would turn your idea of yourself upside down in one night. Where each song seemed to throw you higher than you could allow yourself in ordinary life.
I remember returning home in the early morning, when the city was still asleep. Tired legs, slightly trembling hands from the cold, and a head filled with laughter, phrases and other people's smiles. Sometimes I ask myself, was it recklessness or just the ability to live in the moment? Did you like parties when you were young? Or were you one of those who preferred quiet evenings with a book and tea?