“Convinced I never could belong, and vowing I’d never settle for any second-rate status. I felt I simply had to dominate in everything.
Work or play…As this attractive formula for the good life began to succeed, according to my then specifications of success, I became deliriously happy.
But when an undertaking occasionally did fail, I was filled with resentment and depression that could be cured only by the next triumph. Very early, therefore, I came to value everything in terms of ‘victory or defeat…’ ‘all or nothing.’ The only satisfaction I knew was to win.
Only through utter defeat are we able to take our first steps toward liberation and strength. Our admissions or personal powerlessness finally turn out to be firm bedrock upon which happy and purposeful lives may be built.”
Many people do not realize that Bill Wilson had been a practicing Buddhist. That many philosophies commonly thought of as the foundation of Alcoholics Anonymous…are actually snippets of Buddhism.
I had a sponsor…Most likely, my fifth! Seemingly, it was difficult for me to get my shit together. And, I used every excuse in the book…to avoid being sponsored by someone. Taken under a wing and told what to do.
That is until I met Allen. He had been a combat vet. A was a quadriplegic and…importantly, he was wise beyond my years.
His most prophetic words to me?
‘Love, God and Money…will be your top temptations. Always be weary of them…’
Somehow,recently, caught in the events of life, for life does not get better when you are clean, you are supposed to get better…I guess that is generally, how it is supposed to work. Torn between the need to care for my aging parents, upcoming disabling surgery, my spouse dealing with her own demons…etc,etc.
Amongst all of this, I forgot Allan’s Golden Rule.
When, as an addict, in the midst of the chaos it derives, I made money, I had toys, I for all intensive purposes…had it all.
Yet, I could not love. I didn’t believe in people. I did not trust. I had been a product of wrong doings done to me and therefore, I turned them out and set them upon others.
In recovery, with a few years behind my medallions, I trained myself, as a practicing Buddhist, to love everyone. To let those around me, those who meant the most to me, just how I felt.
Long story…short, this, ideology, bit me in the ass…the other day.
Honesty? Is it the best policy?
Cutting myself some slack, I do have a poet’s heart. I do tend to give all to a relationship. I do not collect friends with a cyberspace thumb’s up. I have a handful or a bit more, of persons I deem able to handle…my spoken words.
I will not give away names. I will not offer examples. I will say this,
I drank at the ripe old age of 8. I became a steady drinker at the even ripper age of 10. I smoked pot, dropped acid, snorted, popped and whatever else…on a regular basis, by the age of 15.
It took me years to build my empire. A house, the kids, the dogs, the money, the toys…
It took little time to tear it down.
As I took my ‘Zen’ walk this late morning. Beautiful, out of the ordinary day, in New Hampshire. Warm enough to make you smile. Brisk enough to make for less toil. Quiet enough to focus on…
What had been my part?
What could I have done differently?
Why is it we speak of love in our hearts like a song we cannot quite recall?
I suppose for my part…I am too much for some people. I get it. My mother told me that years ago…but I had been to drunk to listen.
Well, I do not know if it had been the day. The beauty. The alignment of the clouds. I really do not think I am supposed to know how I get inspired…honestly.
But I did come up with this…
Of course, I will open my heart again. I will have a new guarded perception walk. Walking with purpose and love….I will, however, carry a bigger stick!
Always, always, fear the underdog. We are everywhere!