On Stop Pressing the Snooze Button

Sense of security, my friend. Look, just, really look. They're not even having what you're having right now - yet you're lacking what they don't know they have still. It's not even a hard thing to acquire, theoretically. Look, friend, look. That carefree betrayal of logical pessimism, that magical - as it's illogical - gleam and glitter and everything shiny. Isn't it simply beautiful? And don't even start talking about they living in a bubble. A bubble it may be, but they are living. Living. And, my friend, seriously who knows - maybe the world is a bubble. Or maybe, your world is. You see, the way those rambling adults word it like some sunflower paintings, as if they know how to paint a-, a sunflower seed in a first place. How would you know?

Optimism, my friend, wake that hell of a dragon up for God sake!