You don’t need a wishbone you need backbone. The notorious character defect of every addict and alcoholic, so far as I can see, is we want everything for nothing. Or as much benefit and reward as we can rip out of the situation with as little as possible given. This shortcoming was the bane of my existence.

Sometimes we need reminders. Hell, I know I do. Reminders of our truth. Reminders of who we are. Reminders of the immensity of ourself. That we are love and have a value to offer this world. That we are okay.

What is self-will? Let’s consider this: when someone passes they tend to leave behind a will. What is in this will? Their plans and designs for how things “should” go.

All I ever wanted was this moment. The moment where you look around and realize that you may, in fact, be living in the moment you have dreamt of.