Until mindfulness led me to meaningfulness, I never perceived alcohol or pot as impediments. Sure, it wasn’t the most productive use of my time, but it was compatible with the lifestyle it created for itself. It had set me up to think sobriety was the impediment. Think about that. It’s crazy!
I kept thinking about sipping on some Swami IPA tall boys on more than one occasion. It’s funny how I never think about pot anymore, but the voice beer and alcohol still lingers in the back crevices of my mind. I call it a voice, because it speaks to me.
This led my to a consideration of card games as a proxy for predetermination. If we consider that the act of shuffling the cards randomizes their order and therefore determines how those cards are dealt and/or later drawn, there is little doubt that shuffling ultimately influences the outcome of the game.
This led my to a consideration of card games as a proxy for predetermination. If we consider that the act of shuffling the cards randomizes their order and therefore determines how those cards are dealt and/or later drawn, there is little doubt that shuffling ultimately influences the outcome of the game.
As I hugged those bears, that very hug and the rush of all the loving memories of The 500 Acre Wood were a stark reminder of the hollowness of alcohol. Neither alcohol nor weed nor any other mind altering externality can reconnect me with some idealized past.