Did you know there’s a man who lives his whole life in an iron lung who wrote a book using his mouth? He grips a pencil between his teeth and types the entire thing out, one letter at a time. I can’t even imagine who long that takes. He probably also needs to take a lot of breaks using those very specific, and few, muscles. I wouldn’t be surprised if it takes a whole day just to write one page.

It kinda puts it in perspective how I complain about scrolling on my phone with a paper cut-ted finger on social media, while lying in bed and not wanting to get up and actually do something productive.

But I don’t like anything shining a light on my laziness, so I’ll probably just forget all about it. My moment of being inspired is over.