Fools gold
Just looking at the other side. Not wishing to participate in dulling the senses; they are present for a reason
My Father enjoys life on a buzz when he has the opportunity to be sober, because that’s the easiest way to live his life sanely.
Reality; the dosage is too strong.
Blurred edges take away its sharpness and I don’t blame him. I still don’t see how people live so long without dying of grief whilst still in their youth. There are so many sorrows to rip people away from meaning. We all live to die, no one knows the answer of how to live in the in-between.
It’s frustrating, and so drugs make life easy... blur the lines. Making life more livable when we have to.
