From Snowball To The Forlorn

The oldest trick on the book is to make you stupid, stupid is a disorder that prevents the onset of genius.

It does so by scattering your thoughts, looping them into circles.

And forcing you into taking actions out of order, so that their consequences prevent you from becoming who you really are.

You may find yourself smoking a cigarette at a corner, or worst yet in one, and every path around you will be shut.

It is a perfect cobweb and cocoon, that turn you into a good farm animal.

They will farm you, for everything you got.

Do you have a dream, keep your GPA high, so that you can get into the expensive school

Medical companies will feast, on the price of drugs your insurance covers.

The funeral home will sell extra trinkets, but you’ll be forgotten anyway.

So as long as you are unaware, of the a sucker I born every minute cocoon.

You are in danger, and the danger, as you can imagine, will make you very ill.

But you know of the cocoon now, and it takes no effort to walk through it.

I am going to make this very clear, so brace yourself.

You are dying, from poison.

Isolation, bad habits, bullies that you never let stop haunting you, it will be obesity, or eating disorder, triumph or disaster, that will end you.

Here, is how you save yourself.

Don’t get out of bed, you are not sleeping long enough.

You trained your body like a dog to wake up to early, you have not been awake in years.

You alarm clock is an instrument of torture, get rid of it, you must not use alarms – they will make you sick.

Once you make it into your car, hours late for your job.

Your mission, is to get to the end of the road.

It can be an ocean with a supremely convenient junk store. That has years of other people swimming equipment.

Or great mountains, where friendly hikers will show you, that tents are good, but tent hammocks will make you sleep like a baby.

Or forests, with long hiking trails, that will make you a legend.

Or maybe with giant trees that are excellent for climbing, and give you plenty of time to find a good reason to just live up there.

There is no more work, when you wake up, because your body and mind said no more.

The moment you stop being a farm animal, you stop poisoning yourself, and return to who you are.

Your entire being will hurt with regrets and tears for days, you will feel guilt for leaving the life that was killing you.

By the great powers vested in me, I pronounce you a Great Adventurer.