Sometimes shit gets real. Things happen and you see through the mayhem.
When you’re an adult, it’s so easy to live life by skimming the surface. You can punch your time card, and call it a day. There is no committee that makes you give more than your 40 hours. Unlike toddlerhood, when you have your parents and a whole host of other adults looking out for your little behind, when you’re a grown-up, nobody can really force you to right yourself, when you veer off course. It’s all yours, baby.
Put your glasses on. Make the day count. Get off the fucking couch.