One of my favorite pieces ever is from Paolo Cohelo, titled “The Magic Instant”:
“Every day – together with the sun – God gives us a moment in which it is possible to change everything that makes us unhappy. Every day we try to pretend that we don’t realize that moment, that it doesn’t exist, that today is just the same as yesterday and will be the same as tomorrow. But if you pay attention, you can discover the magic instant. It may be hiding at the moment when we put the key in the door in the morning, in the silence right after dinner, in the thousand and one things that all seem the same to us. This moment exists – a moment when all the strength of the stars passes through us and lets us work miracles.”
Even though I wasn’t a round-the-clock drinker, I knew there was always the next possibility of a drink or drinks - escape, softer lens, check-out. That promise was a shore, too. A knowing that I didn’t have to totally endure.
But here’s the thing.
By not enduring I was also not present. For whatever was right in front of me. For life and it’s mundane, beautiful, every day and once-in-a-lifetime moments. For all the instants.
If I can think of one reason to be sober it’s so that I don’t miss them.