get off the internet

It is dawn. You are waking up. thinking about putting breakfast together. Each little moment of you going into the day, coming back to life, being born. Falls into place as you slowly, deliberately get out of your bed and stand up.
Leaving your room, you remember your parents who fed you. Looking around, you realize you already have everything you need; this place is so wealthy. Flexing your leg, you notice no place can hold you. So you can stop running from perceived confines.
Being "free", you are born with a responsibility. Your parents will not take care of you forever. There is no God. You will not be punished. Deal with yourself. Recognizing problems in the world around you, hold yourself upright and do everything well. Can't you see the equation?
The ritual of waking up each day will remind you. The sun rising relentlessly will fill you with reasons to live, prying your eyes open.

Don't smoke. Why would you?
Get off the internet.

There is work to do and the hurricane of your good life is passing by right now just outside the door.