Format the following passage properly, for storytelling purposes.

As human beings, it's easy to take it for granted when we are able to go for a long period of time seemingly without having to worry about things that should come as naturally as eating, listening, or riding a bike. In my conversations with a couple of people in my neighborhood, I have been reminded of the importance of striking a balance between frugality and common sense. Over the last few months I have been on the financial skids, but have been able to survive on money I found around the house, as well as the tremendous generosity of the 'community' that has formed around me following my parents' passing. While I have been developing and perfecting my habits in this regard for quite a few years, I truly went into 'survival mode' back in October and have tried to be as frugal as possible, in an effort to conserve the resources that were still available to me. Unfortunately, this frugality has extended to my self-care habits, though I have tried not to be too neglectful with my hygiene. Much like an effort to resolve a mathematical conundrum, where a failing at the tiniest juncture can result in one's answer being incorrect, I had been relatively diligent in most aspects of hygienic maintenance--showering, deodorizing, brushing teeth, etc. However, my one critical mistake was in neglecting the one area of my body that I should have been paying more attention to than any other: the precious two feet God gave me that allow me to move from place to place freely. It is a sobering thought to realize that I had not been caring more for my feet, to contemplate the multiplicity of fungi that may have grown on them over the years. Last night, I received a remedial course in foot care from a friend who kindly came by--not at my behest but out of a sincere desire to help--and brought over some foot powder, while also helping to loosen up a nice pair of shoes that one of my neighbors gifted to me back in December during the holiday season. She sprinkled some powder on the shoes and socks, which I left out overnight, and divided a subsection of hygiene products that had also been gifted to me back in December by the same neighbor whose generosity has enabled me to have those nice shoes, which I am wearing on my feet right now as of the time I write this. At work now, I have a stick of deodorant, a three-in-one body/face/hair wash, and a toothbrush available to me. Technically they are meant for 'emergency' situations in which I somehow neglected to clean myself properly, though I intend to become a lot more self-indulgent in that regard from hereon in. I'll be spoiling myself, without a doubt, when it comes to the hygiene. If I must permit myself the luxury of vanity in just one element of my being...but then again, perhaps it is not vain to maintain this temple in which my soul now resides. Yesterday, I did something I had intended to do for quite a while, but to which I had not yet made a serious mental commitment: going out for a walk. It is something that should be second nature to us all, something that we do every day unless wheelchair-bound. I walked the circumference of my cul-de-sac six times, using the remaining sunlight as a source of illumination. On days when I have work, once I have made it home and taken care of the priorities to which I normally attend--feeding myself, feeding Honey (not necessarily in that order), straightening up the bed a bit, and slipping into some comfier clothes--I'm intending to make as many circles around the complex as possible; it is almost a metaphor for how our human minds operate, as mentally we tend to circle around our thoughts and those of others, striving to grasp the complexity. If we are diligent enough, we will keep trying until we have come to a complete understanding. The sun becomes a stopwatch, an organic manifestation of an inorganic timer, counting down from an unknown number but reaching the inevitable zero with the setting of the sun, the rise of the moon over the horizon. On the weekends, and other days when I don't have work, I hope to allocate as much as time as possible to doing my physical fitness and getting back in shape, while still using the sky and the sun for my timing. I find that walking is the safest and most extendable method of sustained physical activity during the day, at least on land; swimming is the best overall, when you have a source of water readily and reliably available. I realize that I am an anomaly in a world that has begun to abandon emotions in favor of logic, finding that some of the people I'm surrounded by think in terms of the law, in terms of what is considered rational. It is ironic that those who see the Bible as a collection of contradictory stories, and lean to humanistic and secular perspectives, tend to be at a loss when trying to explain why there is so much evil in our world. Some even deny the concept of 'evil'. If murder, rape, theft, etc. are not evil, what should the alternative classification be? I find myself trying to get closer to people, only to be pulled back by forces around me, and fight not only these forces but many others in my life to hold onto the qualities that allow me to feel, to love. In the lyrics to her song "Ceramic Heart", composer Tamayo Kawamoto poetically anticipated, perhaps unintentionally, the rise of technologies that have led to humans becoming more antisocial and isolated from each other. She speaks of being able to see someone--their appearance, expressions, gestures--and hear their voice, but also acknowledges that she can't touch them since there is a piece of transparent 'glass' between them. No matter how thin the glass is, she can never touch their hand, reach them with her voice or fingers. She is left to contemplate them through this glass, knowing if she broke it her heart would shatter with it.