I would tell you a little more about myself and then perhaps you would see, there really isn’t much difference between you, and me.
But I’d rather create an illusion, one that suits me fine, one where my mind doesn’t spin, wasting a bunch of time.
I’ll cast my worries to the ground as I start this wonderful day, you see this is what it will be, for I will it that way.
As I drink my coffee amidst the glow of salt lamp, I ponder the fact it’s payday and wonder what will be left. Bills pile up and taxes are due, but all remains the same. I will it, I do, to be a good day.