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The morning light trickling through the window nudges my eyes open for the first time this morning.  The birds' are chattering outside; their voices calling me out of bed with songs of productivity.  I take my first cup of coffee outside to the front porch, where I have a better seat to enjoy Nature's symphony.  The air is warm and the sun is bright.  It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust, but when they do, they are flooded with brilliant colors and movement; life in full force all around me, and here I am still trying to find motivation in a coffee cup.

I realize in this instant that I have to change.  Why am I so human that I still must depend on these vices to get me through my day, my week, my life?  Society has raised such dependant fools, and sadly, I am one of them.