Story and a dream

Truth is no one ever says when i grow up, i am going to become a junkie, nor do their parents wish for this to happen.  I had a great childhood, the few things that I've always enjoyed were drawing, and music, and behold they still stand true to this day.  I hit a few major setbacks, experienced addiction and let me tell you i  never had a dime a day habit, everything i did, i went hard in the paint .  After destroying my life for over 35 years, i finally woke up, looked in the mirror, and realized i didn't recognize the person that i was seeing, anyways after many stints of incarceration , and many failed attempts i finally did it, although far from perfect, a constant work in progress, which i'm ok with.  I promised myself i would become a new person, and be honest about my mistakes in life, which isn't that easy. Anyways i tried and tried and finally seem to have found things that work for me.  I bought a camera and started taking pictures, and live my life thru the eye of my lens and thru the music i hear in my ears. Addiction promises only a few things , a distraught life, limited family support, incarceration and finally death. My only intent here is to spread the message of peace and happiness.  And hopefully help someone along the way thru my mistakes, so as they might not have to live their life as i did.  If you have a dream, don't stop believing keep trying and thru perseverance, you shall find the light that i to saw at the end of my tunnel.