Prophetic Moment Of Insomnia:
They said Jesus loved children more than most people on the earth because of their innocence. Their nature was similar to how the world woulda been if this were The Garden of Eden or somethin’ along those lines, but it ain’t…
This world is toxic. Every day we live wit’ the sole purpose to try and survive Death’s cold grip on us so that we can live to fight another day. Oh you think it was nothin’, kid? It’s light-work wakin’ up in the mornin’ wit’ a monkey on your back steady flingin’ shit at you? Well guess what? You gotta do it all again tomorrow. It’s the same shit in a different direction, day in and day out, until we flip the FUCK out, some accidental shit happens to us, or we hit our expiration date. It’s all kinda like that Edgar Winter song says, “Fighting to live but living to die” or somethin’ like that.
But at what point do you really start livin’ YOUR life? When does it click and become somethin’ more than a predetermined series of events that just seem arbitrary to us cause we don’t have the foresight to peep what the deal is ahead of time? When does Life really become worth livin’? Here’s the answer. The simple answer. THE MEANIN’ OF LIFE, y’all… You ready?… Short and sweet. You better check it:
It’s when you stop givin’ a fuck and do you.
Simple as that. Unplug your mind from the Matrix. Quit walkin’ around dead. Make a conscious effort to get busy livin’ or get busy dyin’ instead. Now, I’m not sayin’ to shrug your responsabilities and shit but just think back to when you was a kid and do what it was that made you happy again. Soon as you do that, and go in on whatever the fuck it was that made you that happy little innocent child that we ALL used to be inside again, you’re good money. The days are gonna seem brighter, the air tastes sweeter, and you’re gonna feel that evil monkey on your back hop off and go the fuck back in the closet. You’re welcome! Now go have a cookie.
I’m out this bitch. 2 fingers in the air, y’all!