Never forget the trampoline in the backyard
Never forget that bouncing bounces your fat away. If your fat was your problems, if your problems had solutions but no no you’ve been tricked, you’ve been deceived into getting trapped in your head and always going in circles when in the end you forgot that tramp. And the sticks all over the tramp over the years buried the tramp deep underground, and now no one can find it you have to call a specialist to find the tramp in your back yard.
The specialist is in his car on the way over to your house. He watches a spider crawl across the dashboard. The spider crawls onto the steering wheel. You are too broken to kill a spider. The spider wants to jump off into the corner but reads the room. The spider is inching closer to your hand. You’re driving but you’re distracted. The spider raises its body up as if to challenge you. The spider is staring at me. Thank god there’s a left turn. A right turn. The spider adjusts a bit but then squares up and stares at me again. I want to name this spider. This car spider can never die because I cannot bear to live without this spider on my steering wheel. One more homeless spider has a home. My spider is named problem. We spend a lot of time on trampolines.
TLDR; Spend a lot of time on trampolines.