Be Drunk
A poem by Charles Baudelaire - 1821-1867
You have to be always drunk. That's all there is to it—it's the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk.
But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk.
And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you wake again, drunkenness already diminishing or gone, ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock, everything that is flying, everything that is groaning, everything that is rolling, everything that is singing, everything that is speaking. . .ask what time it is and wind, wave, star, bird, clock will answer you: "It is time to be drunk!
So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be continually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue as you wish."
died young, was chronically depressed, thouroughly alcohol-soaked, perpetually poor. Drank himself to death in poverty after alienating everyone he knew. Do not follow this man's advice
Gonna get drunk on tequila and power. But most importantly is get drunk with people you care about. When I get drunk I lose my inhibitions and start telling people how I feel and simp like crazy telling them everything great about them and how important they are to me.
