I suppose it’s a feeling of increasing power that I seek.
Isn’t that what Nietzsche would say?
(Ah, Whiskey, I remember reading Nietzsche’s
Will to Power in the nice, steaming bath,
while devouring you, thinking I was so fucking
chic, so not nihilistic.)
But not power as such, but eudaimonic well-being,
some sort of harmony with existence/the universe.
Does this hope
make nature’s unfairness easier for all to cope with?
Should I just pray more?
Well, anyway, there will always be pain
but I think a better way
to explain the great challenge of navigating
one’s mind with positivity/optimism, through the craziness, it is to say
“there’s always more to gain.”
Maybe that seems like some sort of over-simplification.
It’s not like it does away
and those corrupted with immorality,
and the hauntings and limits of reality,
but… to the best of my ability,
if I can align my movements
with constant improvements
like saying “I can do this”
I can stop drinking you, whiskey.
Yes. Reducing anxiety is tricky.
Certain things just don’t happen so quickly,
just by sprinkling magical pixie dust.
Yet other times it’s just amazing how
a new “now” can just happen with the snap of a finger,
blink of an eye, and meanwhile
I’ll do all I can to let the good times linger
and be real kind to my precious liver.
Goodbye, whiskey, good riddance.
Don’t miss me. I won’t miss you. I hope.