What is wrong with us

This doesn’t seem like a me problem anymore. I used to keep myself up at night, hating myself. I still do from time to time, I’m not sure I will ever not hate myself and statistically speaking I’m definitely not alone. Across the board, folks seem to have a strong dislike for their meat suits. And what are we (you, me and the rest of us) going to do about it?

Our lives are art, we are the painters, sculptors and musicians of our own lives. Every breath is song, every movement a dance led by the music of our still beating hearts. But we are dying, killing ourselves everyday by ingesting the same poisons that keep us up, waiting to die while wishing we could have made better decisions. In the meantime, the opportunity to change the songs direction, movement and melodies disappear faster than the original thoughts of movement. Now we’re stuck, do we move or accept the moment has passed? It’s up to you, if you don’t start now, when will you start? Good morning from Alaska, it’s 0505, have a great day!