We struggle with great pains to build a luxurious castle we call a dream home. All the expensive items in it just sit there entertaining the eye. The life of sobriety entertains us. With only one requirement. “The desire to stop drinking”. We lose interest in expensive things over time. Donate them and buy more to keep ourselves satisfied. Money is gone. Another rummage in the plans. My sobriety is a luxury I can afford. I wouldn’t trade it for all the precious stones that will fill my pockets. You will? Is this the price of a relapse? Drink to celebrate the discovery. Then the sale of the stones. In a staggering stride who will you hand the money to? More addictions? What will you say when the party is over and the last penny has been spent? Nothing precious about the life now. Morning comes and no money or precious stones for the next drunk. You feel like all the rest of the parade goers marching to out of tune music feeling sick and foolish in your own private fools parade. Is relapse precious to you now?
see ya’ next time
