that corner

No matter how far you’ve traveled, or the distance you’ve placed between your now and your past, with all the amends and erasures and changes you’ve made which are now habits, and the important difference you’ve since made in this world…You may again stumble around some unsuspecting corner in which you’re forced again to see the depravity you once called home, where you once believed you were living but indeed, were dying, in a coffin of your own making, silently begging for another nail.But that very moment,around the next corner,you’ll make its approach better armedwith greater humility, irrefutable dignity and unquestionable sobriety you momentarily forgot you had since earned from that same, shameful corner where you once lived.Addicts survive by the painful remembrances from where they came and the marvelous paths they are now traveling to earn one more day.