There is an empty flask in my back pocket. On weak days I want to fill it so I can drain it again. On strong days I think of it as my abandoned child hungry and helpless without me. I have succeeded in the typical view of overcoming addiction. But I'm not sure if we ever really succeed or fail. I think we just are. I think we just do things. And if what we're doing isn't making us happy anymore, it's natural to change. And sometimes the happy thing becomes a sad thing, or makes sad things, and then you have to let a good friend go whose ghost shell will echo ocean sounds against the walls of your heart.
You are so wise & poetic. :) That last line is compelling.
ReplyDeleteI often can't make up my mind in the moment of whether or not I should do something. An urge comes and it may be difficult to pass, such as wanting to vent aloud a lot and talk to someone when I should actually be spending some time in solitude. It's usually in hindsight that I see it and feel sorry for myself.
It can be easy to feel godlike and perfect during 'high' times and imperfect and deeply flawed during 'low' times. We'll always make mistakes, and we won't always learn from them either. I think this is okay.
Thanks for the feedback, Jadie!
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