How About

If you knew you lived on the Best Planet in the Known Universe? That e-mail, PPT and other such bizarre forms of communication were too often distracting you from the experience of a lifetime? And you stepped outside more often and looked up and around. And you went wild a bit more? And you found a route out of The Mall and The Cubicle. And you reframed 'The News' as 'The Noise' and turned it right, right down. And you walked tall and walked a lot, found time again for your art, got fresh yeast to bake bread tomorrow morning with the kids, gathered your mates for basket-ball Saturday afternoon, re-joined the library which you haven't entered since school days, bought a notebook and wrote 'down crazy things I currently do' and stopped doing them. And you realised that much social conditioning (buy another sofa!) stopped once you got more fresh air, hiked high and long and read the classics. That a play-list or two could eradicate a low mood in nano-seconds and that chopping wood and carrying water would ground you, totally.

Life would be so much easier.