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Sun, Jan 25, 2015 10:25:55 AM
δ and they understand when i say, δ
posted: Sun, Jan 25, 2015 10:25:55 AM
**nor could i, without you.**
first off, the names of my friends did not end up in the paper yesterday, which is a good thing. they were certainly eligible and it was certainly a fairly good chance that they associated with those who did. how close this particular disaster came to them, i probably will never know, but what i do know is this: that life is not one i envy this morning.
envy? yes envy! there are times when i want to pitch all the trappings of being an adult and sink back into a life where couch surfing, getting high and moving from one scam to another, is something that looks attractive to me. to admit anything else, would be a big fVcking lie. of course, what i choose not to remember is the misery i would have to live through and the fact that my life would be owned by dope. this is however a bit off topic and i do have a major call-out today:
so as i decide, what my website is going to look like, how i am going to use the modern tools to bring it into the this century, i can remember that there was a day, when not only could i not do that sort of work, i did not care, all i wanted was relief from living the sort of life i find myself envying. those who come in today and stick around, remind me that life is not what i remember it to be, in fact as they get further and further from the last time they used, they sound more and more grateful that someone was here when they walked into the doors. i get recovery from them, as they walk this path. they get my experience as i continue walk this path. and we get to recover, one day at a time.
so i have been doing several things while getting this done, and nothing is quite yet finished. so for right now i will sign-off, move on and see if i what i can wrap up this morning.
first off, the names of my friends did not end up in the paper yesterday, which is a good thing. they were certainly eligible and it was certainly a fairly good chance that they associated with those who did. how close this particular disaster came to them, i probably will never know, but what i do know is this: that life is not one i envy this morning.
envy? yes envy! there are times when i want to pitch all the trappings of being an adult and sink back into a life where couch surfing, getting high and moving from one scam to another, is something that looks attractive to me. to admit anything else, would be a big fVcking lie. of course, what i choose not to remember is the misery i would have to live through and the fact that my life would be owned by dope. this is however a bit off topic and i do have a major call-out today:
Reese,
my friend and sponsee,
Thank you for staying a member
of the “No Matter What Club,”
for 14 years in a row!
so as i decide, what my website is going to look like, how i am going to use the modern tools to bring it into the this century, i can remember that there was a day, when not only could i not do that sort of work, i did not care, all i wanted was relief from living the sort of life i find myself envying. those who come in today and stick around, remind me that life is not what i remember it to be, in fact as they get further and further from the last time they used, they sound more and more grateful that someone was here when they walked into the doors. i get recovery from them, as they walk this path. they get my experience as i continue walk this path. and we get to recover, one day at a time.
so i have been doing several things while getting this done, and nothing is quite yet finished. so for right now i will sign-off, move on and see if i what i can wrap up this morning.
∞ DT ∞
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While the author is a member of a 12 Step recovery fellowship, these writings are not intended to endorse or express the published wisdom of any fellowship.
These writings are not meant to be socially or politically correct, and if you take issue with any opinions expressed, please seek the guidance of someone wiser than me.
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by Lao-Tse
Translated by James Legge
Book 2
1) Who thinks his great achievements poor
Shall find his vigour long endure.
Of greatest fulness, deemed a void,
Exhaustion ne'er shall stem the tide.
Do thou what's straight still crooked deem;
Thy greatest art still stupid seem,
And eloquence a stammering scream.