“Life is pain, highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something.”

― William Goldman

Or try to find an activity you enjoy so that you don't have to work a single day after all? Find a job that doesn't need a holiday? To be with those who encourage you to grow rather than those who cut your wings?

it is worth at least trying to live in joy and happiness because life is not so long to live in misery.

Alcoholics and drug addicts alike are afraid to get sober. They don't see the reality they have created by their actions. So they continue their intoxication. They continue with the same story, living with the same script. And where does this endurance come from?

FEAR.

To see oneself, to face one's thoughts, is scary.

-I don't want to, I am not what I see and think... So they live in a constant fight with themselves, and a cigarette in their hand.

Sometimes close people, employers, family members, or relatives are intoxicating us. The ones who have the power to influence us are close to our hearts. Against whom there are no protections, no shields. Attempts to break your self-esteem so that you stop being who you are.

- Why do you read books? Do you think you are smarter than me?

- Why do you stop drinking? You used to smoke and drink man. There's nothing to do with you now.

- Why don't you still have a girlfriend? At your age, I was already with a child.

- Since when have you been meditating? Can't you handle your mind?

The phrases you hear from your relatives, under which you hide your wings as if they were the greatest shame. You're learning to talk about subjects that are alien to you. Sometimes you even use intoxicants that make you sick so you would stay in the crowd. Because it's scary to be alone.

But they are shadows of the past.

The same with relationships. On a first date, you hear things that a person doesn't tolerate. Things that make them leave their loved ones. And then you realize they're offering you a piece of jewelry which once you have it, make you the person you need to be. But for now, you are nothing. After that, all that‘s left is a slow walk through a "minefield" and... a journey away from the "war zone".

Life is an adventure, not torture. Sober people choose the freedom to be. It doesn't mean they are alone. They have themselves. And people like them, who are playful and fun. Poisoned people find it difficult to think straight. They are in a kind of dream, in a spiritual coma. Their bodies are flowing around and their hearts in silence. with the same script. And where does this endurance come from?

How to break free? How to notice that moment when, not wanting to hear yourself, you choose intoxication?

Everyone knows...

Doesn't it?...?