You must proceed without certainty.

BE CRINGE
BE FREE

Every day I yearn to be fungus and understand the mycelial network

Morning becomes noon, I find myself with not much to do.

I start my computer program and the tall gentleman on my screen quips, "come here, will you?"

He dazzles with his palm-blossoms so I must try to keep my aim true and not botch.

I must apologize, dear reader, for I am playing Overwatch.

The blue marble spins ever more, ad infinitum, for uncountable score.

Dawn breaks and brilliant soft sunbeams blanket the land. For many a man and beast, time crawls ever forward, plans made both small and grand.

Many miles away from us, grave evils are fomented both by cruel bloodshed and ink spilt upon page. Many are broadcast far and wide for all to see in this technocratic age.

Through bleak ills and strife, there still exists good spirit and cheer.
Be it in a big or small way, somewhere, someone may assuage our fear.

Even a friendly smile and a joke shared with that stranger who's name you'll soon forget may be the best thing to happen in their day yet.

Despite all cruelties and pains, friend and lovers gather to share warmth and make merry. What more can we do but hold each other close and help our brethren with the burdens they carry?

Hold love close to your heart. Do not let hatred tear you and I apart.