Inspired by Humble The Poet‘s book.
We’re going to die anyway. Everyone we know, including ourselves, will be dead in 90 years.
The memories of the past and fears of the future are stopping us from enjoying what’s in our present.
Life is only as bad as your mind says it is. The birds are still singing. The bees will keep buzzing. Motherfuckers are still oblivious and keep motherfucking.
Enjoy the joys that exist in life! Touch some grass or something.
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