Gone are the seconds of yesterday, somewhere in a pile of rubbish with the hopes and dreams of tomorrow. So we are left with today, which sucks because today I'm exhausted, utterly drained of every ounce of motivation, deplete of the willingness to make something, anything happen. so here I exist, making no notable impact on the world around me; using more oxygen than carbon dioxide I produce, which could turn into oxygen if it weren't for the fact that to record these thoughts I killed a tree, oh how selfish of me. Running low on fuel that smells of disappointment of those around me who simply cannot fathom my inability to make an impact. "Do something!" "I tried!" to plant a tree but I broke the shovel, so i finished the hole with my hand only to realize I forgot to bring any seeds. Fuck. So I walked backwards to my front door turned by back then the door knob right only to realize I was wrong. About what? Everything. I can make a difference. My very existence is a miracle, a moment to be remember in the cosmic timeline of existence, an occurrence to be noted in the notebooks of those who record the record. A statement: That I, me, here and now, can and will, change the world, for better or worse, good or evil; that I will bring light to the darkness, sound to the silence, and once and for all prove that I exist, if only once but to be remembered by all!
I must begin as soon as possible, so I choose tomorrow.
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