It wants me to consider perfection attainable. . .
It wants me to try to fix myself with the right therapist or the right religion. . .
It wants me to forget that it is a snake in the brain, hoping to catch my eye, watching, waiting.
The gritty pain of alcoholism is the traction of recovery.
I cannot afford to sell off the principles for an easier, softer way.
- The Best of the Grapevine [Vol. 3], p. 165
We cannot change the directions of the wind,
but we can adjust our sails.
Living without an aim is like sailing without a compass.
Have a beautiful day unless you plan otherwise.
... B-)
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