What does a good man look like?·Between character and skin deep beauty·Why do we chase fantasies, when wisdom is offered freely·Why do we run from the upright and mock our steadfast leaders·My heart wants to watch the world burn·Men chase immortality and fools steal hope·My tongue burns with deceit and arrogance, like acid·Why do I fear Your eyes?·I can’t meet them·They know me·I’ve accepted the bribes to my death·But here, in this dark corner of my world, quiet and peace reside·I’m staring at the sun with eyelids shut·No one is speaking but a voice calls out·I’m deaf in my ears but my heart understands·Finally·“Be still. I am fighting for you.”
“To each there comes in their lifetime a special moment when they are figuratively tapped on the shoulder and offered the chance to do a very special thing, unique to them and fitted to their talents. What a tragedy if the moment finds them unprepared or unqualified for that which could have been their finest hour.” And that’s all the motivation I needed to tell myself I wouldn’t be caught unprepared any more and if I would fail again I would fail better. This post is short and sweet but celebrates some physical and mental milestones. It marks over 6 months of consistent, specific conditioning and the disciplined late nights and early mornings it took to get here. It celebrates 2 years of sobriety and the seemingly impossible work of overcoming darkness when you least expect it. It’s a reminder to me of why I changed so much in so little time and what I wouldn’t have been able to accomplish if I still relied on alcohol to get me through my days. And it’s okay to live a life others do...
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