2 seconds before I bash in your face

as taken and named by Miss Candy

 

Comfort is a wonderful thing. Except when it isn't. We spend our

days drifting thru the cycles of what is, the cycles of people who

love us or hate us, the cycles of the same thoughts, actions, and tactile

objects that seem to make existance bearable. Where in all these cycles

is the pure energy that is to be life? When is the last time that you can

say that you went out of your way, your set path in the course of a day

to make a stranger feel seen, forsaken active listening in public, or

laughed too loud in a restaurant only to turn and explain your joy to the

booth next to you so that they can laugh in turn? Step out of your life.

Sometimes the discomfort brings a euphoric charge to you.

 

Rise above what is expected of you, what you expect of yourself, what you know

you will be doing or consuming when you wake.

 

I don't want a global revolution, I just want you to be a person instead of an idea living in fear.

 

Done