It Is Not for Kings To Drink Wine
I am not a member of the local temperance league, I am not one who looks down upon others who drink, I am not one who refuses to be around booze. I have, though, learned to watch meticulously for that which edifies me and that which does not and to avoid the latter as much as possible.
Alcohol was a minor joy in my life and a minor curse, which is likely true for many other people. It was often at close hand, but offered little benefit. When my wife told me she was pregnant some years back, on a chilly Chicago night, I gave up drink with her. How quickly I realized how little I missed it.
It was a social lubricant. But I do not need a social lubricant in order to dig down into myself and give those around me the best me that I can. It was an excuse for a conversation. But I do not need an excuse for a conversation in order to have those conversations. It was a reason to take a pause in the day with a friend or a stranger. I do not need a reason to take a pause in the day with a friend or a stranger, some days are liberally filled with them. It was a fun reason to visit wineries. I do not need a fun reason to visit wineries. In wine there is truth, it is said. In wine there is a looser tongue, perhaps. In sobriety, there is a clear mind. That clear mind diligently applied is how I choose to work on myself and hunt down truth.
There is a libertine segment of the world that encourages all manner of drugs upon those around them. They may have some drug that is always at easy reach to help cope with the challenges of life. It’s almost a guarantee that if you have some drug at easy reach that you are coping with life and have built yourself a life tolerable rather than a life ideal, that you are not striving for excellence.
As long as the drug is within easy reach, you will never see the thing that so bothers you. The drug will always be an obstacle to that. And even if it is only a small thing that bothers you, once you clear your head enough and confront the discomfort, confront the pain, confront the disquiet, that process becomes a process one can very quic
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