You really don't know yourself. Do you?

And do you care? No, you don't care. You are too smug. Or, may be, too afraid.

The world too big. Possibilities endless. Potential unharnessed. Dream still dreams. But you still wouldn't care.

You wake up in the morning. You go about your life. You fall asleep in the night. Dead. One more day wasted. One more crime committed.

You created a small world of yours. No, you didn't create it. You shrank your own world. You receded into a corner.



You didn't chose mediocrity. You let mediocrity chose you.

Thousands color to paint with, your life is still a plain canvas. 

All knowledge is inside you. But you don't bother.

Thousands things to do.  But you won't try.

Go out. Explore. Explore yourself. Explore world.  Explore people. Explore potential.

 Try. Try more. Try different things. Try different places. Try a bit longer.

If you can, do them.

If you can't, you can have nice hot cup of shut the fuck up until you do.

Rest is plain bullshit.

Note: This wasn't written under influence of weeds.