A couple days ago, my roommate relapsed after a year of sobriety (no alcohol or drugs). This is disturbingly common in the recovery community, and it's happened to me once before. Only with the passing of time, reflection, and an adjustment of behavior/attitude/devotion, can the causes be discerned, and the solution be discovered.
Reflecting on my relapse about 2-and-a-half years ago, it was mainly driven by an effort to change what was not mine to change. In AA, that's why the
Serenity Prayer is uttered quite often. It is: "God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference." So, the point is to always balance on that perfect fulcrum of self-will and God-will. Where does self end, and God begin? I don't know. I only know that serenity is palpable when the balance is aligned.
Anway, after months of helping pay his portion of the rent, and badgering him like a big brother, his relapse was the straw that broke the camel's back. I had to give him the boot, take his key, and tell him that the house was off limits. But I assured him that we could talk, and that no bridges are permanently burned.
We often need cold water to the face, and maybe this will be the big splash he needs to wake up to the reality of taking care of ourselves, so we can take care of others. And maybe this will be my wake-up call that I can't save anybody, and that I shouldn't prolong any efforts to do so.
The path is driven by solitary desire, and solidified by a community of like-minded seekers. The greatest gift is the choice to direct our energy to whatever we want to pursue. Anyone who says that free will is non-existent is delusional. Life is a mixture, a conconction, a hybrid of personal and divine will. Note it.