4 years ago when I got sober I rarely went to bars and clubs. Finally one night Maurice and I went dancing (I love to dance). During our dancing the 1979 hit came on called “Born to be Alive” by Patrick Hernandez. We danced and swayed and then I started listening to the words “born to be alive” played repeatedly. I realized for the first time in a long while I was no longer surviving – I was living. I began laughing and crying right there on the spot. The feeling of joy overwhelmed me. It was a breakthrough moment in my life. Whenever I hear the song today it takes on that special meaning today. The song is repetitious but I never get tired of hearing it.
This is not the first time I’ve reposted that article. It comes back to me whenever my head is in a good space and things have been going real well for me lately. Very well. Sure, physically I’m not feeling so hot, but mentally life is damn good. I’ve been enjoying my summer, in September I’ll be going back to school and I have been loving being able to focus extra time to this blog.
Do I expect this high to last forever? Of course not. I’m bipolar. I know the crash and burn stage will come again, but I refuse to ignore feeling good because of fear that it’s going to end. I’ve done that way too many times in the past and wasted away some good days in the process.
Here, again, is a link to a video to the song sung by Patrick Hernandez. The video is so bad it makes me laugh. I hope you get a kick out of it to.