People Are Fallible.

VI. People are FALLIBLE. If one makes a mistake, one should do one’s best to rectify it and resolve any harm that might have been caused. — The Satanic Temple

Look up

I’ve gotten ‘sober’ a couple times in my life and followed the AA steps of reaching out and making amends, so this isn’t new to me, but I am going to take a look at it from a different approach, especially since this reflection isn’t about getting sober. I have been sober for a really long time. It’s that I have identified a set of principles or guidelines that actually seem reasonable and respectable. I’m not going to fight about whether or not the drink has ever given me a problem. I think with any substance it is so easy for any person to lose themselves in it. It’s more I have not really drank much in so long that it’s just not something that I think about much. A lot of the quips I make about addiction are really about the feelings of being in love, but I read this excellent quote on social media this morning that said it is unnatural for the heart to live not sick with love. So, maybe I’ve been looking at this all wrong and shutting myself off to the full range of emotions all because of conversion therapy/my parents saying that gay is an addiction. I also try to be respectful of relationships and love in a way that does not violate or cross boundaries. Sometimes, it is really hard to know what 2 people want in any give situation if they do not say. Anyhow, that is not what I meant to write about as a fallible belief, just something that I’m realizing—it is okay for me to feel sick in love.

What I mean to rectify is that while I believe that each and every one of us has the divine in us, I believe that the Divine is something greater than us. I think so often because we are made of divine particles and to create like the Creator that people trick themselves into thinking like Descartes that they thought this entire world into existence. I like in the movie Fahrenheit how each person memorizes a novel or many novels so it lives on and they become that story. In many ways, that is how many people are—reiterations of many novels and stories that have already been shared. I think I recognized the truth in this when I read the song lyrics of the Senses Fail album and thought of some of my earlier blogs and poetry. God, I was such an emo boy.

I saw this mother bird roosting on a power line watching over her baby birds nested in a tree

& to image that someone has recreated my art in their lives. Wow. It’s scary. It’s beautiful.