Day 456
When the oxygen masks drop out of the ceiling amid the chaos of a pending in-flight crisis, it's pretty clear what we're supposed to do. They even tell us, "Put your mask on first before helping anyone else." That's how we increase our chances of actually being able to help others who need us. It seems easy enough.
So when the masks of life are dangling all around us, what exactly are we supposed to do? We even have choices; we can reach for the mask of our meetings, or call our sponsor, or read a book, or write some words, or, or, or... All these resources are waiting and wanting to provide the fresh air of support — even if it doesn't completely inflate the bag — that will get us to tomorrow, or at least through today.
Why is this so hard? Why do I prefer to study the tubing that is attached to the mask and wonder about how these things work. And yes, I'll probably try to fix up the person next to me instead of just making a call? What will I say this time that is different from the last time?
How many times can you tell someone that you're hurting and don't know why or how to kick it? How many times will they bother to listen? 'Just put on the damn mask,' they will implore. And they will be right. Of course. Again. One more time.
–JR
I can feel the celestial beings
Oh welted pleasures leaving with the breath
I can see, I can see
I can see the beauty in the mask
–Foster the People, ”Best Friend"
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