Its hard for me not to hide behind my poety. Its t one consistant thing thats stayed wit me. Its like make up. So for give me for childlike rambblings. A good mate of mine posed a question. Can a life be inhanced by wisdom.?
Drunken talk i grant u... He had p ed away t best part of a bottle of vodka at this point. But it got me thinking.

What am i scared of?
Fact is before al this i was brave. Strong. I could take bullets. Lead 130 men into battle. I survived. I jumped out of planes. Bet tens of k on poker. I loved n yes i lost but i lived.
And now? Now im seen as this victim. I think if i try something new i will breck. That if i open up my heart it will be destroyed
N so on yet another drunken sess i came up wit thd plan. As my memory has for t best part been blanked.
I would let t memorys find me. Wisdom comes wit experance.
So its simple. For t next six months im going to try new thing every single wk. Im not talking totally crazy stuff. You know lik jack ass or such like. I mean like going somewhere new. Going out for a meal n instead of lookin at t menu n it scaring me
Because i cant remember t dish or if i like it im jus going to go for broke. For t fact is we r only scared by t unknown. Its lik t first time i went to war if i could have gone to hell i would. Anythin not to be there. But thats what i was trained to

N after a while the training kicked in . So whats next. What crazy thing can i do to top iraq . Thats t point i just want to live again. But i need ideas. What do normal ppl do that defines them. That they take for granted. Inspire me:-)