There’s never been a shortage of thoughtful and refreshing posts from Humans of New York, but this one in particular really stopped me in my tracks about five years ago. I was nearing the end of a decadent chapter in my life. For years, late night me was always passing the buck on to morning me. Late night me was fucking over morning me on the regular.

You could replace the “partying” aspect with any number of other behaviors or patterns in life, and to that end this post has aged well and is still all too relatable, and is as simple and true as it ever was.