God, our world is so complicated.
I remember somebody handed me Siddhartha when I was I think 18, and I started to read it and I just really didn't like it, and I left it and it was just gathering dust for years. Then maybe five years later, the world shook as I read it.
I have to work hard and organize myself so that I'm present and not a slacker.
Maybe you should kiss someone who is nice, or lick a rock, or both.
Every morning I wake up with a purpose and a smirk
You decide if you're ready for something. It can come in the guise of, "Oh, I don't think I like this."