Thursday 11/10/2005 11:10:00 PM

Why drink when you could just not? To that I say, why stay sober when you don't have to.

I once knew someone who made life different. Not that they really changed me, but I felt changed in their presence. Some people make you question why you do what you do to yourself. This person was one of them.

As obvious as it was that it couldn't last, I felt forever in their touch.

If every sip more is a step further down, being with them was a pause in that descent. A brief one, But a pause nevertheless.

They might've actually afforded me the experience of happiness. Or they may've just made me think I'd had it. But either way, it's something hard to let go.

I was big with the drinking before I'd ever met them. Was big with it during. And after.

It's not as if my life changed because I met them, but in a way it is.

Because several months and many beers later, it occurred to me that I'd finally experienced something I never before had. Something, someone had made me smile besides beer or bad internet porn. Someone had made me glad to be alive.

I wish I could've done the same for them. Or failing that, not have been so very sober the last time I spoke with them.

Because then happiness would still be something we could believe could be possessed. And life wouldn't be measured only in bottles. It would still be measured in friends.

1 comments:
Island Boy said...

You think measuring in bottles, or measuring in friends is hard... ever tried measuring in minutes?

Song: Seasons Of Love Lyrics

COMPANY
525,600 minutes, 525,000 moments so dear. 525,600 minutes - how do you measure,
measure a year? In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee. In
inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife. In 525,600 minutes - how do you
measure a year in the life?
How about love? How about love? How about love? Measure in love. Seasons of
love.

SOLOIST 1
525,600 minutes! 525,000 journeys to plan. 525,600 minutes - how can you measure
the life of a woman or man?

SOLOIST 2
In truths that she learned, or in times that he cried. In bridges he burned, or
the way that she died.

COMPANY
It’s time now to sing out, tho the story never ends let's celebrate remember a year in the life of friends. Remember
the love! Remember the love! Remember
the love! Measure in love. Seasons of love! Seasons of love.



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