Whose happy? You? Me? God? All 3? 2? 1? Which one?

Is there anything worse than a person willing to do anything to stay alive?

I’ve got some kind of an issue, an ax to grind. I don’t know what’s eating at me. But I can’t quite seem to get “THERE”. The place where there’s no ax to grind. The place where there’s nothing to prove. I’m so afraid of being a non-entity. Which begs the question, all those other people who are just saying and doing in the rooms of Alcoholics Anonymous to my mind are they just non-entities? Because in my mind they have nothing stupendous, earth shattering, heart-pounding, bone-crushing to say in my opinion? Playing God are we?