The one thing that immediately comes to my mind is how if all I do is stay clean, without working any kind of program, I become the meanest, most miserable, ugly, unhappy SOB walking. And everyday brings thoughts of tasting a bullet.
To meet me, you wouldn't know I was clean, as all my actions, words, and attitude are that of a practicing addict, or worse.
For me, that's why it's not enough. Being a living, walking definition of misery is no way to live.