Conscious Me to the Universe:
“What is the Meaning of Life, God? Please. I need help, here! This place blows!?! But I can’t seem to find My way outta this f#cking maze You call ‘Life’! $%&#$@”
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My SB to Me: “That’s the Wrong Question.”
My SB to Me: “What does My Herd think? What does My Mom say? How does Society answer this question??” [N: *runs to Mr. Google to search for memes*]
My SB to Me: “There IS No Meaning!? This is all BS! It all Means JACK SH#T!! Aggghhh!”
My SB to Me: “Dude, calm down. ‘It’s All Gonna Be Okay, I Promise.’ Here… have this cookie, fresh outta the oven…”
My SB to Me: “I need My Bestie?! I need to talk to Somebody, Anybody!” *scampers off to call My Liz*
My SB to Me: *breathe, breathe*
My SB to Me, again: “Keep breathing, Kid… ‘This Too Shall Pass.’…”
My SB to Me: “Grab the lowest hanging fruit. First thing in front of You. One step is all it takes. Baby steps. You are still in the tunnel right now. Trust Me. Trust Yourself.”
My SB to Me: “I’ll survive this. I have so far, right? Right??!”
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*Spoiler Alert!* Yes, DR. You Will “Survive” This. But – and this is a big butt – only if PASSION believes You can. So start there, first.
Good Luck! xo/CR