my daily reflections…

while out doin my dirt i opted for self-sufficiency, prejudice, and defiance, believin they were sturdier foundations than faith itself. this choice left me in a haze, desperately seekin the meanin of life. you might not be surprised to learn that my solace came from alcohol. i became one of the lost souls, relyin on myself until that inevitably crumbled, leadin me to alcohol, which ultimately let me down even more. religion felt too rigid, while alcoholism was far too chaotic; i was at a loss. the thought of a grim conclusion didnt sit well with me either. i was one of the bewildered ones. however, with a lil time in the rooms, recovery brought clarity, allowin me to embrace honesty and hope, guided by the wisdom shared by others in the rooms. where faith had been missin, with surrender, honesty, willingness, and hope, faith became existent. 1 day @ a time…