There’s an entire dynasty of fuck-you-ups and pull-you-downs awaiting to rise from the moment of your downfall.

The daily buggery of tripping over pebbles will always remain as a constant reminder that we should take charge of the path were going ’cause no one’s gonna be idiotic enough to look out after us every step of the way.

Missiles ready! ATTACK! —- it’s a one man battle against an army of unidentified floating paranoia-causing objects.

Picture this. There are moments when you deal with sickos and there are moments when you are the sicko. Story of my life…touche.

The idea started when I was staring at the raindrops outside my window. NO, It’s not a nostalgic feeling and YES, Nostalgia never remained the way it used to be. It evolves in a similar way as we all do, the definition of words become clearer until we create our own meaning based on what we’ve been through and these definitions guide us as we undertake the kind of life we choose.

I’m twentyfreakingthree. Age never hindered me from looking back in order to create a spot-on analysis of the world I’ve been from to the current world where I’m at. In a few more exchange of inhales and exhales, numerous deep breathing techniques and range of motion exercises, I’ll be a year older and hopefully, wiser. Capslock on that please: WISER.

Based on my understanding of precautionary measures, it’s been known to mankind that the world won’t protect itself for you. You go face-first and headstrong to duel with life’s “son’a ma’guns”…

The world won’t be considerate enough to handle you under reverse isolation. Life itself won’t sacrifice it’s entity on “gearing up” just to protect the little dandelion that you are. It will expose you to toxins and hazardous wasteforms, it will challenge you to suck fatal viruses just for you to figure out on your own the different ways on how to be stronger than your monsters. Yes, life’s an ass like that and it’s up to you whether you’d like to kiss it all you want or give it one hell of a kick.

Needless to say, we walk around this earth on contact precaution. We find ways to provide ourselves a sense of security in places that we’ve never been. We protect ourselves from being contaminated despite being submerged in a highly contagious world. Some may look harmless and looks can be deceiving, therefore keeping on guard in general could be the only way to save our fragile bodily systems from being infiltrated with unwanted massive microfuckganisms.

Cliche says it’s all in the mind  because it really is. It’s always up to us whether we’d like to be infected or not. People will always try to change our viewpoints, but we decide on the kind of influence that we accept in order to move us. We are all born in this world with nothing but with what they’re willing to give us; we survive with nothing less than everything we need in order to provide ourselves with what we want to have.

Life’s not much of a challenge if we all exist as invertebrates. Existence itself is our spine and it’s up to us to define what our backbones are made of.

Humanoids, don’t let this battle bore you. Dare to watch the beautiful sunset with the grimreaper. Enjoy