i've fallen into a pattern of metaphorically losing my mind, regaining it again, and then forgetting - returning to a state of mere existence for months at a time.

you go from thought - and i mean real, genuine thought - ...
you go from genuine thought, and you become just a process.
you may still problem solve, interact with others, et cetera, et al,
but you live on autopilot.

ask yourself: how often do you think about what you're actually doing?

where do you want to go?
how are you going to get there?
what are you actually doing?

we live on some dumb rock flying through space.
we're humans.
we live because we fuck.
--- stop and acknowledge that. ---
yet at least half of our waking lives (at work, university),
procreation is unspeakable.


and that's funny. maybe a little sad.
but that's not the point.
the point is that you have to put on a facade, day in and day out.
whether your facade is in regards to sex
or you're embarrassed about your immense plant collection.
you exist almost independent from your true self.
you think differently, you behave differently,
you live on autopilot.

but sometimes, for a little while, you break out.

i had a friend once
who told me that the worst mistake that you can make
is to think that you are alive...

when really, you're asleep in life's waiting room.
ukelele guy in waking life

this is a reminder to wake up.
smell the flowers.
get back to doing what you want to do.
take that trip.
get that project done.
tell her how you really feel.
take off that facade.

don't let the world pass you by.