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Cut me from the lungs which I breathe

If for life, breath I need; then for new lungs, I shall seek

Find a way a good friend of mine once said of a departed mate

If it means everything to you, than there is no amount of time or pressure for you to take

We measure the depths of our souls, by the range of our commitments

I find the most difficulty in committing to myself

Friends, family, and the general public mostly know where they stand with me

Good for a favor, a gift, a drink, and most definitely another

A party, a trip, and perhaps a missed plane ride

Many an early exit from bars around the world

My shortcomings and antics are the second largest contributors to the words I will leave to this world

I think it is honest

It is mostly only I in suffering for my debauchery

Surely those closest to me get a trickle here and there

I have more recently come to terms with the degree in which I black out

Quickly I transform into an individual with the basic needs of surviving the night, and more specifically, the duration of my blackberry’s battery life.

Tossed aside are the things I spend most days telling the world I stand by

My passion is lost in a sea of whiskey

But again, every man is made able by such realizations

I am a better man when still behind the wheel of my choices

Better to myself, better to those I love

Often it seems I convinced myself of the necessity to challenge the thresholds on which basic life survived

Hardly an “Into the Wild,” much more peculiar.

Hunter Thompson, among others, were grand proprietors of the strange

I enjoy what strange things come to represent

It is little more than commonality of all creative people

Pushing limits defines much of what I’ve known

Getting old seems to vacation away from such limits

A comfortable middle ground

Static sustainable life to get you through even the worst of days

Days will come and go, both despairing and triumphant

At times the two may even be confused

But there must exist something in each one of us that bellows to be heard

Rather than being herded

A bit of strange in all of us

I try and tell myself there is more than the cultivation and organization of the nuclear family, yet it seems so central to everything I will experience in this life

I have begun to distance myself from the limits

But I will be no stranger

I will be no brick in the wall

A duality I must forever battle: a passion for seeing life as if this is my only chance; and the desire to be amongst the most dependable people you will ever meet

And so my struggle continues.