https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/charlespoet/episodes/2021-08-26T12_22_06-07_00
Buddha didn’t need drugs.
He sat beneath the Bodhi Tree and contemplated the Great Mystery.
I believe much of the reason you ingest so many intoxicants is because you’re simply bored.
Self-destruction is a skeleton key that unlocks nothing but dread.
I had a best friend who drank a twelve pack of Canadian beer every night claiming it was the only thing that helped him sleep.
We lie to ourselves because we believe it’s easier than facing the truth
that we’re not perfect and down time is the sap seeping into our souls
like arsenic and old lace.
I’m stymied by so much self-loathing from someone who has been the toast of the town for so long.
Placing undue stress on yourself by attempting to achieve someone else’s
goals or claiming another person’s expectations as your own is a very
real form of suicide you best learn to gravitate away from sooner than
later.
In school I looked up to you and not only because you are a couple of inches taller.
Buddha didn’t warrant drugs.
In fact Buddha discovered a path to self-reliance and self-acceptance
that kept unhealthy thoughts at bay and rejuvenated a waning moon.
I cannot stress enough how much you are loved and it is imperative you figure out a way to turn that love inwards.
A breakdown of the soul is tantamount to someone breaking into your house and taking a shit on your floor.
The catch 22 is locking all of your doors and windows doesn’t make you any safer when your thoughts turn to self-harm.
I’m ready to intervene if and when I believe you’re about to go off the
deep end because human beings must never stop being human to each other.
I love you more than I love God.
Charles Cicirella
8/24/2021
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