The truth of the matter is everyone has a breaking point.
We all have a limit or threshold or tolerance, and yes, we can only take so much.
The mind and body are intertwined.
Pain hurts, but pain can be relative.

We all have limits. We all have a line in the sand. We have standards and morals. However, I am here to ensure that rational thinking can be misled by irrational ideas. I have seen this become so, especially when it comes to loss.
Or even with the threat of loss, the mind can panic and sane thinking can easily give way to insane ideas.
No one talks about this.
But it’s easy to be crazy.

I have heard from every kid or streetwise punk who swears “don’t worry. I know what I’m doing.”
Everyone says the same thing.
Don’t worry.
I know what I’m doing.

I said the same thing.
I swore this many times.
Don’t worry.
I know what I’m doing.

For the record, everyone says, “That won’t happen to me.”
Or people say, “I would never let myself get like that.”
Sure, you won’t.
I said the same thing.
And guess what, I got like that.
In more ways than one.

It doesn’t seem real to me anymore. My past or my younger life. I am far removed from those days. I have memories of when I was young. At the same time, I have grown to the point where I question my memories now. I question if memory is real or a liar or, at times, I question if our memory happened at all.
I support the motto that there are usually more than one side to a story. I support the idea that there are often three sides, which is my side, your side, and the truth is somewhere in-between.
I believe this.

I want to find that place or that great arrival, like when someone arrives from a plane in the center of paradise. I want to feel the warmth of an island breeze across my skin when the sun is high and the air smells from the turquoise sea.

I want to build myself in this manifestation of paradise, alone, of course, with you as you are—no fixing or changing or the need to adjust or wear anything that symbolizes the grandiosity of our social presence.
I want to be stripped of our so-called worldly possessions and see nothing else but life without the burdens of unnatural things, like say, Lexington at 45^th during the rain when everyone is hurling themselves in a mad dash to get to the Metro North Railroad at Grand Central Station.

I am one of two things on a daily basis.
I am either a step closer towards an answer, or I am one step further away. I suppose this is depending upon my direction or the journey I choose.
Perhaps this is so for all of us.

Of course, the world is an amazing place. I know this is true.
It has to be true.
I am amazed about the way we live, or how we survive, and get by.
Some have it easier.
Or like I was once told, “Some are sicker than others, and you kid . . . you are definitely one of the some!”
Maybe I am one of the some.

You have to be fearless.
You have to be ready, willing, and able to face what comes.
No matter what.
There can be no more excuses.

There’s no more room for lies. As for opening up to the ideas of self investigation, or when we talk about facing the music, we have to understand that there is no more time to stall.
We cannot push this off. We have wasted enough time and, therefore, we have no time to procrastinate.

I like to feel good.
Don’t you?
I like the idea of something strong enough to come along and stop the anxiety or quiet the stress in my head.
I like the idea of something that can counteract or reverse the tides, and when things are to heavy, we can take a dose, and just like that, the world can become easy. We can become right again.
Of course, I like this idea.
Who wouldn’t?

There are typical ways that people can do this. And sure, there are the obvious routes which are common and known by all. There are the tonics and marketed cures with names like Southern Comfort.
You can have a drink. You can take a pill. And the list can go on.

If we have to talk about it, then we have to talk about everything. Or like I was told, you have to get to the bottom before we can get to the top.
Then again, I was also told that we have to hit bottom before we can stand up again. Sometimes, we have to hit rock-bottom to realize that it is time for a change.

I think that first and foremost, no one expects the worst to happen.
But the worst happens.
There is a side of our thinking that either doesn’t know, doesn’t believe or doesn’t care about the warnings and the red flags along the way. Even if we know the odds are close or the odds are against us, we tend to be swayed by such beautiful lies with hopes that somehow, this can save us.

Can I tell you about the best high I’ve ever felt?
In all fairness, you should already know about this because you were there, at least, in more ways than you can imagine.
Then again, you are me and I am you and we have always been one and the same. Or so I hope.
You have always been my other half and my reflection to which I can see me as I am. You are the grounding agent that helps me and more, you are the balance to an imbalanced life in an imbalanced world, and as the imbalanced child, or as the young adult who grew to become a man, you have always held this station in my heart—my heart, my life, my love, and my voice of reason.

Rain is falling, which is a good thing, at least I think so.
And yes, I love it this way. It’s raining outside and all is quiet.
I think we can talk best on days like today.
But rain falls for more than one purpose.
I have been told about the dryness and the possibility of fires which is due to the absence of rain.  

I understand this.
I also understand the tensions and strains of life, which can be tough sometimes.
I know what it feels like when the pressures around us build up to a point where the smallest thing can detonate the heart and cause us to explode.

Like . . . BOOM!