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Ode to Moderation
Everything has to be in moderation for everyday life
I stepped into the backyard for my morning vape. I looked at the grass and its green morning scent, the red maple trees by the street ahead and the grey sky with the impending Canadian winter written all over it. I almost didn’t want to vape, but I vaped anyway. I came back in. My apartment still smelled of last night’s mutton curry.
Everything has to be in moderation for everyday life.
What I mean is that a green field stretching to eternity surrounded by a dense forest wouldn’t be bad for a weekend but I would freak out if I had to see all that during my each morning vape. They would remind me of childhood bullies and paranoid weed trips.
The same applies to mutton curry. It is good for once in two months. If I ate that thing every night I would probably be dead in two months.
And the car…It was idiotic to buy a five-thousand-dollar car just as it would be to desire the new cybercab from my situation.
Everything has to be in moderation for everyday life.
‘Everything has to be in moderation for everyday life’ — What an unoriginal chorus for what is supposed to be an original genre of writing. But sometimes we need to hear the bloody truths like don’t drink or smoke too…
