Stagnate.

Tunes in my head: Visions of Angels by Genesis
Atmosphere: Fuck life

There comes a time when change is needed.

There comes a time when a person needs to be flung off the cliff and told to fly.

Are we ready to run like lemmings yet?

Maybe so, maybe not.

Do we have much of a choice?

Of course not. Can you not see what happens to those who shy away from the cliff?

They stagnate.

And die.

My friends, we are about to run.

Is anyone about to shy away at this crucial moment?