Anything I could write here would be a depressing account of how little I've done with my life so far.
Reblogged from iwasanawesomerkid
Being outside was awesomer.
Your other mother was nature and she oversaw your antics as you collected grass stains from running wolf wild in the yard. You and your merry gang of pint-sized misfits had more energy than a Red Bull full of cocaine and until that chaos was exhausted you weren’t allowed back in the house.
Now you’re sitting yourself to death and lusting out windows on nice days. You’re chained to a desk and locked to a screen. Your moments of commuting are your fleeting moments of fresh air.
Let’s take a recess from work and stretch our legs. Picasso wasn’t inspired by his cubical and we won’t be either. Let’s recharge our soul with some sun and make the great outdoors awesomer again.