Falling a Little Harder

I’m doing something I rarely do anymore, I’m sitting on the front porch. I guess because it was my smoking spot for so long. And even though the ashtray and pipes are long gone, I can’t help but remember the pleasure it brought me. It’s raining right now and it is nice to breathe clear air for the moment. The squall line from the storm hasn’t made it here quite yet, but the winds picking up and the rain’s falling a little harder.

I sit here feeling a little flush. Not sure if I have a slight fever or if it’s just humid. But considering I already have two fever blisters in my mouth, I’m betting on a fever. Well in a world of transition, news and social media do their damnest to keep us paranoid and afraid. All in the name of the almighty advertising dollar. Now I’m not saying there isn’t some “hidden agenda” somewhere. But considering, money seems to be the obvious motivation.
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Desire and wants aren’t always for our best interest. Take pipe smoking, the pleasure of the taste and smell were very comforting. But the price I’ve paid through my declining health and mouth like a meth head is the price I paid for that pleasure. Just because something feels right, doesn’t make it good for you. Be mindful of your words and actions. Something that may feel right to you may be harmful to those around you. Sacrifice and respect are also components of freedom. We are a community, something that benefits the one shouldn’t be damned the whole because it makes you uncomfortable.