With wine in my stomach and love on my brain once again everything is right in the world, the bird song excites me and the flowers surprise me. I must not get so down about life, it has been a lot worse than this.
I once stacked shelves at a supermarket for a living, I enjoyed the job in a way, it allowed me to dream, for 8 hours a day, I wasn’t getting paid minimum wage I was out in the world doing the things I had always wanted to do.
Now I actually am out in the world doing the things I want to do, I shouldn’t be down, I should be singing from the rooftops, blissful songs for the world to hear. I must understand that even when you live your dream you will have good days and bad days.
The drink doesn’t help, believe me, I know, the more I try to quit the more it draws me back, one won’t hurt, that’s probably true and if I could ever stop at one I shall report the results back to you. For now, I shall accept my failures in life by saying I must improve.
I don’t mind improving, improving is growing and a plant wouldn’t flower if it spent all its life never breaking through the soil. Many seeds are planted but how many of them ever actually break through the soil, how many get to flower, get to flourish, get to be the thing they were supposed to be?
Pretty drunk in Marrakech last year but I talk a little sense in this, or maybe I don’t