Why sit when you can stand?

Why stand when you can run?

Why run when you can fly?

Why fly when you can fall?

Why take the time to spin a bunch of words on a page that only half make sense?

Why online instead of in a notebook, or on a sticky note?

Go to bed early. Or maybe not at all, so you can watch the night sky. The only constant thing in life.

Look after yourself. Or maybe plant a garden instead, because you can be sure that lilies and ferns are not inherently diseased.

Be social. Or maybe fade into the background so you don’t have to answer questions from anybody about how you’re doing.

Retract into yourself. Or maybe keep just your head out of your shell, so you can still see.

Inflict pain. Or maybe give your body and mind a little break.

Tell yourself that you’re knackered and cynical.

That’s what I tell myself, so that’s how I feel.

All. The. Time.

Or maybe you and I can summon up a bit more perseverance.

Just maybe.

Why maintain your silence?

When you can spin a bunch of words on a page that only half make sense.

When you can write something about nothing,

And hope it means anything.