I forgive myself for getting stuck on the futures i had planned, but nothing is but here and now i remind myself and gently smile. The best thing that i ever learned was feeling my own self and listening to the silent voice within, writing writing never stopping thats the motto i am rocking, people need guidance on an industrial scale, the viruses are viral and all the proper stuff stays gray... Why does human progress only count if it's for sale? Doesn't anything have value in it's original state? Emotions are not valued either, stress is much obliged, until we all dash into that brick wall at the end of the aisle. Happiness does not equal things, meditation is not an escape, as you escape every moment of every day. Wishing yourself away to your zanax , prozac, food and alcohol, wanting to get numb so you won't give a fuck anymore.