Why are people in a ******* library?! Have you even seen the sun? The sky? The grass and the trees? So you're reading an atlas but have never been outside the confined limitations of your own mind. You study Astronomy but you tuck your nose between pages rather than lifting it high, admiring the stars that have guided us throughout the ages. These people who find comfort and meaning rather than just contemplating, admiring the beauty of a baby's cry for the simplicity of what it is or the power behind every single bead of blood or sweat, intertwining emotions into an ultimately human experience. You find comfort in your stories but one day you'll regret, when the only thing that's left of the sea and the bees and the sunset are the e's and apostrophes and alliterations that connect. Go soak it in. Why are people ******* reading about the world rather than exploring it? Slam it shut, dot your eyes, open your mind AND heart. Shine your light, give all you can give. But above all, wake up and don't forget to live, before those books of yours are the only ones who will forgive you.