What are you willing to lose?
Do you undervalue your own life so much that you would risk it over this?
Are you so selfish to not even consider the impact of your theft.
Will it be a daughter?
All for a cheap thrill.
You may forget this one night.
But Every. Single. Night.
For the rest of your life you will remember.
Are you willing to lose a piece of yourself?
Are you willing to lose your trust in yourself?
Or was it even there?
It scares me.
Where was your mind?
Were judgment and sense stored so far in the back of your head they couldn’t be recalled?
Where was your heart?
No doubt it was racing, did you refuse to listen to it?
To its alarm?
What if you were to go back there?
To slip into that state of mind so easily like the first time.
Are you willing to risk someone’s life. Are you willing to have their blood on your hands?
Are you willing to lose yourself?
To lose your sense of reasoning.
To become reckless.
Is that really you?
Are you willing to lose your life?
Can you so easily leave your family and friends in mourning?
Wondering if there was something more that they could of done?
All for a few beers.
Perhaps one too many.
(I wrote this after a friend got a DUI last week. Thankfully no-one was hurt. It could have so easily been a completely different story. What are you willing to lose?)