Press Play.

“Why?”

A kid asked me: why?

He didn’t need to say more.

Because in his eyes were alcohol, Adherol, thoughts of suicide.

I looked at him and he was me, playing a different life.

So I answered him:

Life is the best video game that we’ll ever make.

I mean look around, you gotta admit the graphics are insane,

There are no controllers except for your brain,

When your character gets hurt you actually feel the pain,

Not a single level is ever the same.

And not only that, you get to have sex in this game.

You don’t ever have to play alone.

We’ve got eight billion people in a massive multiplayer 

Online, offline, in line at the grocery store.

And that’s just the people.

There are plants and animals, vegetables and minerals,

Numerous, precious, delicious.

Every game has rules,

But no matter what parents, pastors, politicians tell you

There is only one rule:

Make the game better for everyone.

Every game has obstacles, boss battles,

That’s what makes it a game worth playing,

So when something comes up inside, b-side, outside

It’s just a chance to level up.

The dragons make the heroes, the demons make the angels 

Pressure makes the diamond, iron sharpens iron

And this, right now, will make you.

So you can swallow a barrel or too many pills,

Hit the reset button.

But when you get back home, where there is no pain,

No struggle, no victory, no gain, you’re going to miss this game.

So you’ll come back again to play another turn

Inside a new character that will never quite be you.

Or maybe by the time you’re ready to play again,

This world won’t be accepting anymore plays.

Life on Earth, archived by the memory of time

Like Sega Genesis from 89.

Let me give you a cheat code to get you started:

Forgive yourself mercifully, love yourself ruthlessly,

Protect the Earth fiercely, Treat people identically,

Cultivate community, dance expressively,

Have gratitude daily, orgasm regularly,

Forget your history and live presently. 

And if things get a little boring

Take a few grams of mushrooms and howl at the fucking moon 

Auuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

So go ahead and play.

Play pain, play work, play laugh so hard

The tears well up. Play fight so hard

The knuckles swell up.

Play artist painting your masterpiece, play hero living your odyssey

Or play absolutely nothing at all.

However you want to, just play.

This is a game you win over a lifetime, not a day.

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