Improvements
I've decided to make massive changes and improvements to my life! But, I don't know what those improvements should be! What should I do? Oh, I know! I'll start eating better! But then what? What should I do? Oh, I know! I'll start running more! But then what? What should I do? Oh, I know! I'll stop watching TV! But then what? What should I do? Oh, I know! I'll stop using social media! But then what? What should I do? Oh, I know! I'll start meditating again! But then what? What should I do? Oh, I know! I'll start reading more! But then what? What should I do? Oh, I know! I'll stop playing video games! But then what? What should I do? Oh, I know! I'll stop drinking alcohol! But then what? What should I do? Oh, I know! I'll start writing more! But then what? What should I do? Oh, I know! I'll start doing yoga! But then what? What should I do? Oh, I know! I'll stop gossiping! But then what? What should I do? Oh, I know! I'll stop watching YouTube! But then what? What should I do? Oh, I know! I'll start going for walks more often! But then what? What should I do? Oh, I know! I'll start stopping! But then what? What should I do? Oh, I know! I'll stop starting! But then what? What should I do? Oh, I know! I'll start to stop the starting! But then what? What should I do? Oh, I know! I'll stop starting the stopping of the starting! But then what? What should I do? Oh, I know! I'll start to stop starting the stop-starting of start-stopping! But then what? What should I do? Oh, I know! I'll stop starting stop stop stopping! But then what? What should I do? Oh, I know! I'll start start start start start start! But then what? What should I do? Oh, I know! I'll stop. But then what? I'll stop. What should I do? I'll stop. Oh, I know! I'll stop. I'll start stop start sotps tsopar stpsto stospat ostpato tsotpato. But then what? What should I do? Oh, I know! I'll sotp sotp sotptost pstopo stop sotpost pots ostopst stopoo stpostpotst spostpostpotpostpospostr. But then what? What should I do? Oh, I know! I'll start living my life like it's the only one I've got, like this unbelievably lucky blip of time that I call my existence is something to truly be treasured, and spent-up, and gushed about for as many days as will rise upon my face and to know that there's an unending well of love and support and hope and pure unbridled happiness waiting for me in this world but only if I'm giving all of that out because we're mirror-beings in a mirror world and our thoughts are mirrors and our feelings are mirrors and mirrors mirrors mirrors they're like glass but they show the truth instead of show nothing and I cannot stop the wheels of time but I can bolt on a skate deck on top of them and at least huck myself down a stair set a few times trying to do something fun and scary while the minutes drip away over and over and over until the final one spits out and I'm gone and everyone else will still be here but I'm gone and really it's kinda the same thing from a selfish perspective so let's raise a glass and drink up while we can because the day is too long and short and wide and young and I don't know where the calendar is anymore. But then what? What should I do? Oh, I know! Please consider making a contribution to my Patreon if you enjoy these weird stories and are able to support them financially. No Happy Nonsense is 100% ad free and your donation helps keep it that way. |
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