Guitar Picks And Stormy Seas.
And things get better. Little by little. An unexpected gift arrived by mail for me a couple of days ago. The thought put into that gift brought on a poignancy enough to bring a few tears to the eyes. When you lose everything you own and then lose the greatest friend you've ever had ( God I miss Nico), you sink to the bottom. And lie there. And the shame and the guilt and the self loathing grow stronger with every calorie you burn in search of the whiskey,the cocaine, the pills. All that wasted energy. So you cherish the spots that clear in your mind. And spot by spot your mind expands. The fog burns off. And one day you can look in the mirror and like what you see. And then someone sends you a gift. And you are able to realize that there are people out there who care. Many bridges burned and many friends lost but there are those few who have weathered the struggle and wait for you on the other side of life. The clean and sober side. The flip side. The green side. My side.
Then you pick up the one thing that has been constant throughout the storm. And you create something from nothing and do it sober for the first time in your life. And with each song written comes a little peace. Peace in knowing that your capable. As with all things I do, excess rules the days. Moderation is integral to balance. And balance means you can look ahead and see it's not too late. And that creation, that song can be heard by a stranger. A stranger who maybe suffers a similar illness. And as he/ she listens, they think, "Man, I know how that guy felt." Which brings me to my last meandering point.
While I agree that the things you enjoy be they movies, music, books, etc., can somewhat provide a glimpse into your personality, they do not define you. It's so easy to get caught up in things other people have created and worship the product. And it's a natural occurrence I think. But you have to step back and think about what defines YOU. With the Internet so prevalent in our lives the fantasy can become almost reality. Almost. So you clear it out and breath. And never mind the little things.
I hope I have made some sense here. My mood is a bit melancholy. Pensive reflection. But I'm not too worried. I did get a nice gift. And that gift ties it all together. Create, release...
...enjoy.
Oh yeah, and I can make my own guitar picks now...as well as watch myself weather the struggle and somehow stay afloat...
...thanks Nia.
Posted by Roger at 11:15 AM No comments:
And things get better. Little by little. An unexpected gift arrived by mail for me a couple of days ago. The thought put into that gift brought on a poignancy enough to bring a few tears to the eyes. When you lose everything you own and then lose the greatest friend you've ever had ( God I miss Nico), you sink to the bottom. And lie there. And the shame and the guilt and the self loathing grow stronger with every calorie you burn in search of the whiskey,the cocaine, the pills. All that wasted energy. So you cherish the spots that clear in your mind. And spot by spot your mind expands. The fog burns off. And one day you can look in the mirror and like what you see. And then someone sends you a gift. And you are able to realize that there are people out there who care. Many bridges burned and many friends lost but there are those few who have weathered the struggle and wait for you on the other side of life. The clean and sober side. The flip side. The green side. My side.
Then you pick up the one thing that has been constant throughout the storm. And you create something from nothing and do it sober for the first time in your life. And with each song written comes a little peace. Peace in knowing that your capable. As with all things I do, excess rules the days. Moderation is integral to balance. And balance means you can look ahead and see it's not too late. And that creation, that song can be heard by a stranger. A stranger who maybe suffers a similar illness. And as he/ she listens, they think, "Man, I know how that guy felt." Which brings me to my last meandering point.
While I agree that the things you enjoy be they movies, music, books, etc., can somewhat provide a glimpse into your personality, they do not define you. It's so easy to get caught up in things other people have created and worship the product. And it's a natural occurrence I think. But you have to step back and think about what defines YOU. With the Internet so prevalent in our lives the fantasy can become almost reality. Almost. So you clear it out and breath. And never mind the little things.
I hope I have made some sense here. My mood is a bit melancholy. Pensive reflection. But I'm not too worried. I did get a nice gift. And that gift ties it all together. Create, release...
...enjoy.
Oh yeah, and I can make my own guitar picks now...as well as watch myself weather the struggle and somehow stay afloat...
...thanks Nia.
Posted by Roger at 11:15 AM No comments:
jollybeggarman:
Beautiful words, man. Be good to yourself.