They say that something happens. They say that a moment comes, and perhaps this comes in different ways for different people. But a moment comes when your eyes are open. You see things from a deeper perspective. Or perhaps this is what they call a spiritual awakening. For the moment, I can’t say if I have always found this as something holy or if there was some great sense of divinity.
But maybe.

There has to be something.
You know?
There has to be a way, or an exit, or some kind of porthole that leads us to a brief station in time where all is fine and tension disappears.
Maybe there’s a way to extend this. Or maybe we can find out how to recreate life to become something more than what it is (or what it was) and maybe this is the high of all highs.

There has to be something more than just momentary, or something poetic, or something that can take us away, as if to be set adrift in the gentle tides of something weightless or pleasurable to the point where the body is at ease and the mind can find peace. This is what I want.
I want to find that great place or that center, or find balance so that all that was wrong can be nonexistent or at least gone for a while.
There has to be a way.

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.