Don’t Forget to Take Your Heart Medicine
Everything is possible. I am capable. We can seek help from a god we don’t believe exists. I am only bad at things because I believe I am bad at them. Etc. etc. etc. Just one time I’d like to open a self-help book and see a picture of the author at their absolute worst, and have them say, “I know what you’re thinking. What a before picture! But this was this morning.” Or perhaps it could have a photograph of an old, lonely man covered in liver spots, looking out a window as a recreational activity even though there’s a brick wall blocking any view, and the place beside the window is the coldest spot in the house, and it is winter in Chicago, and the man is nursing a hemorrhoid, and by nursing I simply mean he has a donut cushion, not anything crazy, and there’s no pictures on the wall, unless you count the note beside the bathroom mirror that says “don’t forget to take your heart medicine,” and somehow you can tell all of these from the photograph, and the caption simply says, “This is your future even if you try.”
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