But when in just regular existence mode, I really try and enjoy the simple fact of being alive. I look around, I am curious, I especially try and see/find things that are weird and funny, ironic and beautiful. And why not? Every moment is a chance to be shaped - if you can - you may as well take the initiative and zestfully inject a positivity hit into it. This helps balance the sobering, periodic afflictions of depression.
It's all one long, wild fucking ride. A crazy dream. A breathtaking story written by a genius of nonsense and grandeur. So, do it, I say. Dance, dance, dance.