April 10, 2011
its quite ironical, really!!
I have often often wondered what it is that makes some people give in to the temptation of narcotics.
Ive heard/seen them say that the drug gives them a strange sorta high---apparently, the rush which is experienced, feels liberating and the exhilarating feeling makes them see the world as a happy place!! (or so they say)
The sad truth here, is that often, these addicts are too delirious to ignore the fact that the drug is slowly killing them.The momentary pleasure they experience from those needle pricks makes them forget all about the misery that might lie ahead.
and that gets me thinking...
what about those people who have poison thrust upon them---not by choice but by a cruel joke played by destiny or perhaps...genetics??
those who cannot ignore the fact that there is poison already flowing in their system, the type that cannot be cleansed even by a hundred pricks..only controlled?
those who are reminded of this destiny-chosen-self-inflicted-pain every single minute of their lives, by the guilt of some half explained void?
Contrary to the self chosen narcotic induced euphoria, this type of undefeatable anguish is something which sucks out every ounce of joy there is or could be..
Trivial matters seem out of reach.
Simple dreams seem unattainable.
and life seems impossible to understand...
Health is something that is often abused by those who are lucky enough to be able to afford taking it for granted.
and then there those...the cursed ones...the ones with poison in their veins..
the difference is that, with every prick of the needle, the former gives in to this so-called 'happiness' and the latter, gives up on it!!