Fresher Than Will Smith

Brum brum.
I need a car. But they're so fucking expensive, and I'm struggling when I only work 16 hours a week.
(Anyone wanna give me another job?)

And lets be honest, with fuel prices as they are, I couldn't even run one if I did have one.
In fact, in all seriousness, I've realised that I even struggle to fuel myself.

I've learnt that as good as finding inspiration and creativity and magic from within yourself is, you are always gonna need fuel to do it. And the better the fuel, the better you will run.

Whenever I drink water over something like Coke, I feel more productive.
Whenever I eat something that I've cooked, rather that a pack of mini chedders, I feel more prepared for the upcoming day.

But the most important fuel I've found, is fresh air.
Fuck me, it feels nice to take a deep breath. Not when you are in a stuffy, humid or closed room, but when you are outside in the sunshine.

It fills you with a sense of clarity that, lets be honest, people can rarely feel on a day to day basis.
But that clarity is beautiful. Just for those few seconds, everything seems alright and easy and stress free.

But then you tread in dog shit, and the feelings gone.
Replaced with the pettyness of life.