Don’t choose to be happy

You will die

And your mourners will stand over your corpse with reckoning

There is no such thing

Save your dollars and cents

Stop indulging the bright clothed gurus

They cry to clean your tears but the napkins are stained with the folly

Of your impotent mind

You can’t be blissful if you’re seeking the luster of realization

The recipe for a normal heart rate won’t exist

Until you start breathing

Don’t breathe

Hold your heart in your hands and will it to maintain the tempo

That carries on despite the pain of being

Kill the future and worship the moment

Welcome back to life!

Juggling Wordsmith. I have a lot to say!