Alright...what's wrong?
Sunlight filters through the shades, it's one of them shiny days that you refuse to indulge in sunshine.
You turn and flick the television on like you just don't want to be alone. Your behavior is as if you want to be lost in purposeless preoccupation. Nothing doing. You're really just looking for ways to feel sorry for yourself. A personal pity party of bad memories and junk food combined with no physical activity. Get up. Let's go out.
Who doesn't have remorse? We could call it regret but that's such a charged word. Regret is such a shame inducing, guilt soaked term that people either embrace and think little of themselves for doing so or disregard and disavow anything commonly related. Shut up; don't talk back. Get up & let's go out.
It's time to take advantage of the miracles in moving about. You seem to have forgotten that the human life is a miracle. The human body is something that recharges and repairs itself. The amazing qualities should be greater than any temporary sadness. Grow a bad memory where it matters. Forget what troubles you and allow yourself some pleasure. You are the only thing standing "in" between your thrills. Get off the couch...no don't go to the bed...stay out of the kitchen...c'mon, stop playing. Get up. We're going to go out.
It doesn't matter what you wear; be eclectic and dishevel your hair. Put on some bright colors and mix-n-match. Nobody cares. Well, there are some that do and many who won't because many have problems you'll be glad that you don't. So shut up and get ready, you can go out with that smell, what they hell. Nobody will complain; if they do, just act like they're insane. Get up, it's time to go out.
Gee, does not the sun shining fill you with warmth? The air, stagnant and polluted is still a reason to rejoice. It is said that the air quality is much worse inside and if you sit down for ten hours a day, then in two years you'll die. You don't want that; you know better in your mind.
Run about playing with the pets of this world. Pick flowers, eat food, swim through water, grow wood...fuck is being said...just make it do what it do.
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