There’s a line about a drunk actually
being two people – one that doesn’t
want to drink and one that’s trying
to force that particular issue.
I’m not sure I ever – quite – had that
fight but I think I picked the correct
version of myself to continue to be –
the better option, the safer bet.
And yet, sometimes when someone else
is trying to bend my arm, perhaps because
it best suits their version of me – or more
likely their version of themselves,
I can see the fight is out there still and
everywhere – and it hits people hard in
a way they will never quite admit and in
some cases perhaps never even know.
Admit to powerlessness, it is everywhere
and in everyone. You fall down a hill and
lie deep in a hole, the fault is not yours, but
it is your responsibility to try to stand up.