You drink aggressively; then lushfully.
Like the great and wise men who drank themselves to death, you drink committed to thought and creativity that is insane.
All the while, it’s all about you… and it’s good, great, glorious.
Then, you cross the line.
You now drink alcoholically.
And it’s done. You can drink no more.
It’s not about you anymore.
Others now matter. They matter more. Much more.
In their joy and healing alone lies your sanity.
One day at a time, you must climb down from the mountain on which you were perched.
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