I used to be a drunk, but I don’t drink any more. I almost never think about drinking. It’s over for me.
I drank because I was at war with the world. “Life is a warfare, and a stranger’s sojourn….” Well, the second part is still true, sometimes. It feels that way sometimes.
I’ve found a certain peace with the world, but it’s not because my troubles are over. It’s because I’ve learned to love my troubles, too. Well, to try to love them. Metta for all conditions. “Is that my old friend Mara?”
Is that my old friend?
I see there’s no difference now, between you and me. Not just that we seem the same, but that we ARE the same. One substance. One life. One mind. The New Mind.