You’re afraid of failure, of rejection, of death.

You’re a hypochondriac, you don’t make enough money, you didn’t live up to your parents expectations.

You’re in the gutters.

And I’m in there too.

Look around, and try to clean up.

Go to therapy,

Journal,

Talk about it,

Exercise,

Socialize,

Meditate,

Diet,

Sleep,

Read a book,

Find a spouse,

Buy a house,

Pray.

Get comfortable, you’re not getting out.

Not now, not ever.

Not you, and certainly not me.

But don’t forget to look at the stars.

Laugh at the absurdity of being.

Marvel at the universe.

How terribly beautiful that we got to exist.

To have gotten day drunk with your dad in Paris,

Had a 4 am morning coffee with your mom before a long flight home,

Or a two hour call with your sister after a heart break.

Clean up all you want,

But please,

Don’t forget about the stars.