“Oh the joy of missing out. When the world begins to shout And rush towards that shining thing; The latest bit of mental bling– Trying to have it, see it, do it, You simply know you won’t go through it; The anxious clamoring and need This restless hungry thing to feed. Instead, you feel the loveliness; The pleasure of your emptiness. You spurn the treasure on the shelf In favor of your peaceful self; Without regret, without a doubt. Oh the joy of missing out.” - Michael Leunigby c0nsilience on Twos“Oh the joy of missing out. When the world begins to shout And rush towards that shining thing; The latest bit of mental bling– Trying to have it, see it, do it, You simply know you won’t go through it; The anxious clamoring and need This restless hungry thing to feed. Instead, you feel the loveliness; The pleasure of your emptiness. You spurn the treasure on the shelf In favor of your peaceful self; Without regret, without a doubt. Oh the joy of missing out.” - Michael Leunig