Be Drunken, Always.  That is the point; nothing else matters.  If you would not feel the horrible burden of Time weigh you down and crush you to the earth, be drunken continually.

Drunken with what?  With wine, with poetry or with virtue, as you please.  But be drunken.

And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace, or on the green grass in a ditch, or in the dreary solitude of your own room, you should awaken and find the drunkenness half or entirely gone, ask of the wind, of the wave, of the star, of the bird, of the clock, of all that flies, of all that speaks, ask what hour it is; and wind, wave, star bird, or clock will answer you:  “It is the hour to be drunken!  Be Drunken, if you would not be the martyred slaves of Time; be drunken continually!  With wine, with poetry or with virtue, as you please.” ~ Charles Baudelaire

If you can see true beauty through the haze that life creates – then you are probably just doing fine.  My Poison is Love.  I am probably more interested in the feelings rather than the people who give them to me.  I am in love with Love.

If the heightened sense of illusion makes you feel more alive than you are – then you are probably just doing fine.  Life is short.  Life should be short.  It shouldn’t be a drag.  Embrace everything that makes you feel alive.  Even if it kills you.  Really.  Nothing beats the things that make us happy.

Everything we do in our lives anyway eventually leaves us asking ourselves ‘did it make ME happy?’.

So be drunken, always.