A toast to everybody

To everybody..
Drinking down their assaults,
Smoking up their abuses,
Eating on their anxieties,
And sleeping with their insecurities,
You are broken and destroyed.
Once you look around,
You'll see that everybody is shattered,
Different stories, different patterns, different scales..
But there's one beautiful thing about this misery,
It is the ability to renovate.
You can recreate yourself from the mess you're in,
You can create art, write words, songs, poems,
Draw sketches, paintings,
Sing about, dance with,
What not!
Never, ever underestimate this ability to renovate.
Because there may or may not be a reincarnation of self,
But being alive, and taking this very breath,
Is the beauty of being human.