Sometimes, like the big band from Toronto says, I do indeed get a
bit sick of this world. I get sick of the fact that most of our enjoyment
in life comes from escapism. Whether its having drinks or smoking
substances or going on a vacation far away from home, a large portion
of our human enjoyment comes from not being where are 'supposed'
to be.
There has to be a life, or some form of existence, that is based on
enjoyment in the here and now - in the stinging centre of the frontal
lobe. Making a decision. Accepting it. Being alright with it. Sitting with
it. None of this cloudy uncertainty, worry, nervous tension or stress.
Sobriety.
Drinking always reminds that, as fun as the escape is from the spinning
ball of mud we live upon, we must always come crashing back down.
Gravity keeps us rooted in the things we dislike. Failed relationships.
Shitty jobs. Paying bills. Cold coffee.
I'm convinced that there is another world. In fact, I think that there has
to be one. Going through what we go through doesn't seem to make
any sense if there isn't a different world. A world we don't get sick of.
A world we don't resent. A world we don't try to rocket away from
at any given moment.
A world that heals.
