Whatever it Takes

Here's what I couldn't tell you for a bit, because I was too busy telling it to myself—

Cook a boxed meal in a dirty kitchen if that's what it takes to feed yourself. Wear the same clothes for days because they're comfy. Don't go anywhere if you don't feel like it, the world will keep on spinning. Do your drugs.

Watch a show that makes it feel ok. Watch a show that makes it feel like nothing. Watch a show that makes it hurt like hell.

You are here to have experiences, and the available ones have NEVER BEEN MORE CONFUSING to a human nervous system than they are right now. Nourishment feels thin on the ground and we just went through an extended global trauma with an unprecedentedly uncurated yet at once precisely curated feed of information refreshing every moment.

There has never been a time when humans had a right way to live, knew what their lives were for, knew how much work or rest was required, knew for certain of a meaning or a purpose to their lives.

We have *no idea whatsoever how to live a life.*

Who is it most important to you for you to be in this world? Flood yourself and your life with nourishment to provide for that beingness and
(I say this with love)
fuck
every
other
notion
about how you "should" live your life.