It must be difficult to return to the scene of the crime? Had you changed any one of a million little choices that night where would you be now or were you always meant to be here?
In my life I’ve often wondered the same thing. Did we really ever have a choice?
Thank you for your bravery in sharing this story. It gives me peek behind the curtain and it’s helpful as I have other friends who are also rockstars!
That's such a good question. It usually is, when I have to think about it until I'm sure I don't know the answer. The only thing I can say for sure is that I spent most of my adult life wondering how things could have been different -- how I might have made better decisons.
You know when I finally stopped doing that? The moment you'd think I'd be burning with regret -- the moment I went into recovery. For some weird reason, this is the first time in my life that I feel like I'm where I'm supposed to be. No questions asked.
I'm really glad you're here, Mauro. You probably noticed that this 'confession' is a really long answer to the question you asked me earlier.
This also caused me to have to take a pause. I remember these days and they are very dark memories that come in short bursts. It makes me altogether sad remembering your early days into this world. Hopefully, you purge some of the darkness with your beautiful writing.
What are the odds? Sounds to me like it was a meaningful coincidence.
It must be difficult to return to the scene of the crime? Had you changed any one of a million little choices that night where would you be now or were you always meant to be here?
In my life I’ve often wondered the same thing. Did we really ever have a choice?
Thank you for your bravery in sharing this story. It gives me peek behind the curtain and it’s helpful as I have other friends who are also rockstars!
That's such a good question. It usually is, when I have to think about it until I'm sure I don't know the answer. The only thing I can say for sure is that I spent most of my adult life wondering how things could have been different -- how I might have made better decisons.
You know when I finally stopped doing that? The moment you'd think I'd be burning with regret -- the moment I went into recovery. For some weird reason, this is the first time in my life that I feel like I'm where I'm supposed to be. No questions asked.
I'm really glad you're here, Mauro. You probably noticed that this 'confession' is a really long answer to the question you asked me earlier.
Thanks so much for sharing.
This also caused me to have to take a pause. I remember these days and they are very dark memories that come in short bursts. It makes me altogether sad remembering your early days into this world. Hopefully, you purge some of the darkness with your beautiful writing.
Wow