Can we say addicts are caged enthusiasts?
Is it a search for myth?
For Constancy?
I don’t know. I got drunk last night, after vowing to give it up. I have some understanding why, but I still woke up with this song on my mind.
You know, I am here too, my friend. We were wrecked on the same ship. Let us look together for a way to continue our journey. Let us look into the distance together and hope. Let us remember the sun, and feel the ocean. Let us walk together and not go astray.
Commentary: I wrote this this morning, and have pondered the last paragraph today. I often write things I don’t understand. I then try to understand them, as here.
I fuck up. My recovery is offering someone else help and companionship, when this is really what I need.
Lao Tzu (which I’m told translates roughly to Old or Revered Master) wrote: “Renounce sainthood; it will be thousand times better for everyone.”
Can we not posit that many of the people remembered as saints were in fact suffering from compulsions brought on by unprocessed emotions? Can we not posit many were manic, or OCD, or simply AFRAID of being sinful?
Back to me. I have decided that I am likely to be alone until it no longer bothers me. I will likely be misunderstood until it no longer matters to me. These are hills I need to climb. You do your work, or not. I will do mine. I am doing mine. It starts with relentless honesty.
Commentary on the Commentary: OI, drunk to friend of the world to martyr. I can’t keep up with myself, so I’ll have to close this down.
I’ll leave you with this: being alone together can be read two ways.