Internal musings and thoughts

One More Dies

         One more dies.  The power of addiction is so overwhelming turning the life of an individual into a wandering soul.  I have never been addicted to any

alcohol, uncontrolled substances, or hard illegal drugs.  I was raised under the watchful eye of a policeman father.  Too many people in the neighborhood knew

my dad, and became like spies. 

         There are so many lost souls caught up in the dark side of the drug culture.  I haven't seen any of Phillip Hoffman's films, but I gather he was quite

successful.  He had done 50 movies in 25 years which I would say made him very versatile. I wonder if the demanding life style brought him to a point in his life

where he succumbed to drugs?  The lives of these actors, and I'm not saying all of them, but a lot of them travel down this road. 

         We hear of the death of an actor succumbing to this addiction constantly.  Why do some get pulled into this addiction, and some don't?  It is very sad

when the addiction takes the life of an established individual.  I believe this actor had a lot more talent ready to shine.  Unfortunately, we will never know. 

         The unfortunate element of this addiction is many will remember that Phillip was found dead with the syringe in his arm.  The other sad element is that

he left three little children fatherless.  I would hate to be the partner or spouse that will have to explain to the children what happened to their dad.  I hope that his

partner will have the strength to raise these children without him.  I feel for the children. 

         The drug culture has been around far more years than I've been alive.  Unfortunately, the drug culture will continue far long after I'm gone.  I hope I have

instilled in my children that the drug culture won't get them anywhere.  I know I won't be able to follow them every minute of their day, but I hope they withstand

the pressure.  I hope they stay strong. 

         Too many in our society die way too young from this addiction.  These wandering souls need to find their place.  They need to relieve their demons

through other outlets, not through drugs.  I'm glad I never got caught up in the dark side of the drug culture.  I'm glad my addictions are writing and photography. 

I hope I pass away with my camera in my hand and writing on my mind.