I’m getting bored again. I’m digging myself another rut. My body is sore and tired. I can feel the weights pressing down on me. I’m not worried that this feeling will last, but that doesn’t really matter since it hasn’t passed yet. The sky is blue, the air is warm, I won my race, and love is in the air, but I stay in bed 3 extra hours because I’m bored.

This is straight forward and practical advice. You probably do most of them as a matter of habit, but one does get lazy.

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This lyric soothingly transitions me from sleep into awake. My sight, my surroundings, my interpretation, and all of a sudden I’m unique. I’m pushed around all day by a drive to find myself. Sometimes I find myself in isolation, whereas other times I find myself in distraction. If only everyone considered their potential; I might actually realize mine. If only I hadn’t pulled the lever, I could have left the chance for someone else to. I shouldn’t have questioned, I shouldn’t have considered, I was only selfish.
I’ve worked so hard to be myself. The more I’m myself the more I lose touch: the more I want to avoid people who aren’t themselves. I became myself for others, now others only distract me from myself.

Shenanigans, skulduggery and just plain stupidity.

All of existence is non-simultaneously apprehended interacting processing.

All of existence is infinite regression.

All of existence is.

Infinity.

Therefore…
All of non-existence is not? Or is it?