The Adhd tools of life

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This is Squirrel saying no matter what,  

have a good day—  

don't let those bad vibes,  

those demons get to you.  

Who cares what people think?  

You’re a hero in your own story,  

a wild ride, a partner in crime  

in the dance of existence.  


Take this book,  

put it in your back pocket  

like a Bible—  

a pocket-sized sanctuary  

for when anger burns,  

or sadness seeps in like rain.  

Pull it out when you’re feeling low,  

let the words lift you,  

a soft breeze through a storm.  


Just sayin',  

if you’re not laughing,  

you’re not living,  

so dive into the pages,  

find joy tangled in syllables,  

like squirrels chasing dreams,  

hiding acorns of wisdom.  


You must always learn  

to improvise, adapt,  

and overcome,  

for every setback is a setup,  

a chance to skip the norm,  

to color outside the lines  

of this black-and-white world.  


Relax, focus—  

slow down enough  

to catch the echoes of laughter,  

the symphony of life,  

the wonderful absurdity  

that makes you different.  

Because goodness, my friend,  

life’s too short to play it safe—  

let your heart jump,  

let it soar, be wild and free.  


So, take this wisdom,  

carry it lightly,  

enjoy the ride,  

even if the road is bumpy—  

every twist, every turn,  

is a verse in your poem.  

Embrace your quirks,  

your essence,  

and dance like no one is watching,  

for in your joy,  

the world finds its laughter.

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