The repetition of choices is
what makes life. An original choice was made, and it has been
snowballing since. One choice after another, blending together to create
more choices. Learning "what choice would I make in this situation?" An
original dot on the page, and all the ink since. Seeing what the next
choice will be, and the next, and the next, and the next. The carrot
works better than the stick. If you don't make the choice, something
else will. Nature, or parents, or friends, or society, or God. If not
you then something will make the choice for you. So why not be you?
Imagine this is a competition. The one with the most awesome, wildest, happiest, most cool, funniest idea wins. Imagine the prize is that, that idea becomes reality. Imagine that the most mind blowing, joy boundary pushing, pulse raising, "I cannot believe this is happening to me!" idea gets the prize of being made real. What does that do for you? Does that make you want to forget about misery, and spend a little time on just what an idea like that would be? The misery will still be there waiting if you want it, but just for a moment pretend that your idea has merit. That your idea is the one. The fantasy that will become reality. What would it be?
What is that raunchiest of raunchy, naughtiest of naughty, wildest of wild, biggest smile eliciting thought you can have? Are you happy? Are you healthy? Are you wealthy? Are you wise? What more? What else? What want is your biggest wish?
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