This Being the First Flying High

It took one bored and dreary day for me to start doing, one of many, the things what I like to call: insanity! Unemployment is a prison and living under governments care is just terrible. Seriously everyone: Work! It makes things so much better. This is for all the lowlifes out there, like myself. Now that I got that out of the way, back to insanity. Ever speak to your inner child? I do on a constant basis because I believe children have more sense in this world, than the politicians and the tyrants out there! Ask a child that's like three years old, and say "we are gonna blow up Pakistan. You think it's a good idea?" I'm pretty sure any kid that age, in any country, would say "no!" Now, back to reality for a bit. What I'm getting at here is that if you don't get that voice of reason speaking to you, you aren't successful, you aren't healthy, you aren't safe, you aren't needy, you aren't hungry, and you aren't sane. I admit, I have done drugs in my past. I'm not ashamed because I have been sober for a month and thirteen days. But, my success in finding myself; turned to self loathing and a constant addiction to "legal" substitutes. I hated being high and I hated the hangovers in the morning. I've experimented by smoking and drinking at the same time, but would end the night in disaster. In a matter of a few months time; I had two seizures and a huge loss of memory of specific people in my life. I hated myself for forgetting those people, but in the grand scheme of things; it has given me a fresh start. There was a feeling I always got whenever I drank or smoked and it was always someone, or something, giving me a clue. A clue that would make me think of solving the answer more than trying to get high or to get drunk. Most of the time I just disregard it...but then I started obsessing with life's mystery. Everything started to amuse me and nothing was lost from my eyes. I seemed to enjoy everything. Actually, as of today, I still laugh and smile at almost everything and everyone. My voice of reason hit me in an area I told myself from the beginning when I started drugs and alcohol: He said,"This is an experiment. Nothing more, got it?!" hahaha I still giggle when I think of that day. Because, my voice of reason is my inner child. I believe a lot of people's voice of reason is their inner child. Just no one listens. I get called names like, freak, crazy, insane, idiot, moron, lunatic, and still...do I care? Not at all because I like being nuts in my own sort of way. I don't care because I would rather have my voice of reason tell me what is the best thing for me. Oh, you're probably wondering what I mean by: voice of reason. Well, here it is..........God! Btw, I'm a Christian.

~Jack White~