Coming Full Circle

Epiphanies come at the strangest times. I just finished watching Panic in Needle Park. That dope scene was a bit before my time, but the story is the same. The lifestyle, the sickness. There was a time in my twenties when that lifestyle was edgy, even glamorous, strange as that may sound. It is part of the disease, that underbelly way of living. The most wonderful thing I realized tonight was that I am so very thankful that the way of living I choose now is something I wouldn't trade for the best bag, hit, shot whatever. I try not to think about the past that much. To this day I still have the occasional nightmare that I am in the mix again. Than I wake up. Covered in sweat. It takes a few minutes of looking around at my surroundings to realize that it was indeed a dream and not my reality. I sometimes wish I could make people who are still caught up, that life can be so wonderful, astounding and beautiful. The circle of life maybe? I pray that anyone who is lost will one day swim upward, out of the muck and to the surface. Peace!