MIRAGE

We see the glamorous life of booze chasing after an eluding senseless mirage. In need of fun in our lives blinded by the glitter of addictions use we see a mirage not a small piece of the disasters ahead. When all the glittering lights go out we see ourselves in the midst of hard times maybe not if we seen the other side of the pumped up stories bragging about the life of booze. All we see is images that are not real but don’t know it until we experience our first binge. If we did know before having our first binge would we have said no to our first drink? I wonder. Across the land we see rock and sand and the desolate landscape of many dead boozers. Nothing is more real than this and it all began with a desperate escape from boredom. Cannot be found in the glitter world as fools we believed it. How serious is boredom that it has to be cured by a binge? Only a fool believes this. A recovering user will sit around learning how to stay sober and the boredom will always be there. Now what? More addictions to end more boredom? Thinking like this is what keeps the life of booze a never ending cycle of disasters for all. The life of booze is everything it promises to be and so does the life of being sober. The stories and the parties and the booze tricked us into drinking it. We feel like a fool to have trusted it but we were attracted to it by the good times we were promised well addicted to it before we knew it was all a lie. This is truth. When I discovered this after years of booze I chose to live an honest life. Sober. Living inside of a mirage and then stepping out of it and never returned to it. As we stay in the life of booze it will always be imagined images not a true reality. The real world is the hardship you will try to overcome as we all have to do it.

No more living in the glitter world of a mirage but an honest one being sober.

see ya’ next time

THE PRISON CELL

The time he spent in his cell didn’t ease the guilt of his life. As a free man he still had the feeling of being chained up. He paid his debt to society but not the guilt of his conscience. Depressed, miserable, and unwanted he could never escape the feeling of the cell or the torment of his life. Letting go of the reasons for his troubled mind will be the opening of the cell door to his freedom. The bitterness will no longer remain. Unable to break away and not knowing how to is what he struggled to overcome. The darkness of a cell and standing in a cold rain I don’t see a difference and the feeling is the same. Our guilty conscience we carry with us always being confined to the cell and never being able to be free. No one tells us everything we need to know sometimes we have to look for it in books in the library this being the best way. Books will tell you a story of how a person has overcome his issues then do it his way. This was the key that turned his locked cell door into his freedom. Many more days of dark thoughts and the grief of his past life will stay with him for awhile longer and fade away from the lessons he learned from the stories he is reading from books. In a short time has become a changed man. The cell door opened slowly and as he walked out he looked back to see a roomful of hardships that he is finally leaving behind him. Freedom has arrived not having to drag the cell around with him in his conscience in his free life.

Lose the guilt and stop living the torment of solitary confinement.

see ya’ next time