Reading the Irish guy who lived for a few years without money and self-relied a damn site longer and deeper than I could. Makes me feel lazy, uninspired, and devoid of zest. I also read something about resilience. On the other side of recovery is the spark that lights the candle that provides the light that makes life worth living or some such something or other. How inspiring reading that stuff must be when you can feel it. How flat and hollow it sounds when you can't. What I can do though is put one foot in front of the other in just about whatever shit you put me in. So there's that.
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