There are things our hearts long to do, experience and feel. These are strong urges which often blind us from seeing reality; they sugar coat the truth that we should see and, at the end of the day, leave us high and dry wondering why we didn't know any better previously. We mourn our lack of maturity and self-control- we cry, bleed emotion and make false promises to ourselves with great vehemence to put an end to it....but to what end?
A couple of days later, we're back to square one: hurting ourselves in the same way we'd promised ourselves we wouldn't ever again; more regretful than ever.
So why don't we put an end to this emotionally-suicidal rat race we call pleasure?
We don't know it yet, but we're just waiting for the day it comes and hurts us beyond repair.
We're living a treacherous life. It's dangerous. We're just too stupid turn it around.
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