The Websolace

In his sanctuary of solitude, he smiled
Took a peek back in memory
Laughed at his tears,
and sobbed at his jokes

Can never be too certain,
couldn’t been so wrong
Held hands together today,
but tomorrow played a new song

The best indication I have of my maturity has to be the not-so-subtle changes and needs in life.

Beer as an example.

Once new to alcohol itself, I preferred the ultimate beer a man could ask for–draft. Served straight from the keg or from the very machine used to filter it. Raw, pure…beer. Tastes great, a man’s man drinks this stuff. Over the course of my own aging, issues like calorie counting and alcohol content arised. Draft didn’t have the refinements I wanted; it was good, then there came better. Lights had lower calories, tasted sorta like draft but.. was unique to itself. I grew a few years, my criteria changed again according to the flow of my needs.

Even as shallow as to beer, there was passion in it. You spend time with something and you eventually get hooked, building a foundation around it. You get older and even your poison in drinking becomes unsettlling. The first and second weren’t willing to go the same pace I was– even if we’re just talking about static editions of beer. A gist; I made no mistake in draft nor lights, they were great but direction in drinking led to a change of preference.

Like nomads of before, we don’t really stay the same place when there’s a lack of sufficiency in the need that got us to where we were. We move on because life depends on it the same way it would have killed them once the supply of food ran out.

Not thinking selfishly, leave with grace. The beer was great, the shelter and habitat were too. Someday after we’ve left there’ll someone else to appreciate what we’ve passed through. The beer will always be drank and loved as the latter will flourish with sustenance again to accomodate others. Sometimes a sad story but somehow it’s part of the cycle of life. Change is constant, certain and is necessary for progress.

The desire for something better drives the will to move on. Knowing there will be –provides the motivation. In my own journey, I had to sum up the courage and bravery myself which led me to walk on the same same same road as I always have. The changes I’ve incurred throughout the path strengthened the way.

One day I know I’ll be finally happy with a certain distro of beer. I’ll be happy because I’ve peaked; I’m content. I’ll reminisce all that I’ve drank as if they weren’t there to be, I wouldn’t have built such a wall of quality to understand what I really wanted.

There’s a reason they came into my life and for the most part, I’m just thankful they did.

To alcohol, to the memories we might never recall, yet to the beers we’ll never forget.