Torrid is the dry conditions and the rain feeds the land like human lives one then the other from hardship to a better life. The life of booze is a parched life and no one is without it and no one receives any special status the sober life is honor and loyalty then our moral status will arrive shortly after. We chose to live a desolate life with poor soil and no rain to feed the soil like the human mind we plant some moral understanding add the rain then wait for the big harvest we call knowledge. Dig and claw the parched earth then planting stones hoping they will grow this is the life of booze a worthless land without hope put in hard work and sweat only to see a dead harvest. We need to raise up our egos just enough for us to believe we are too good for addictions and relapse and the drunkenness and mockery being our preferred style and guilt is not for debate or meditate or allow it to exist. What good is it? Meditation and sobriety? We must be strong and brave to win the battle against our own hardships and the victory of sobriety will be ours.
The life of booze will never give us the best thing in life. Sobriety.
See ya’ next time
