An Addiction To Indulgence?
I was going to reblog this but that misses out on a few things. Instead I asked for permission to reprint it with comment in the hopes of starting a bit of a discussion.
Lets start with a starting point:
: to allow (yourself) to have or do something as a special pleasure
: to allow (someone) to have or do something even though it may not be proper, healthy, appropriate, etc.
: to patiently allow (someone) to do or say something
: a strong and harmful need to regularly have something (such as a drug) or do something (such as gamble)
: an unusually great interest in something or a need to do or have something
There it is, just 5 little sentences which lay bare the chinks in human language and expression. Oh, if only there were someone who could write and help us sort out this mess? I’m glad you asked that. Sahm King, I believe, has some helpful words on the topic. Please read.
I live for each moment
she says “I love you,
that’s as close as I
can come to understanding
why the crackhead
could never have agreed
with Whitney Houston.
But it’s those moments
she shows it that
find me expecting an
intervention conducted by
unwanted friends and family
concerned my binge
may be eating at my brain
and leaving my heart intact
and in control of my cognition.
But I say indulge, fool,
or die sober;
all’s fair in never trying.
And I say indulge, fool,
or die parched
Ok, re-read it. Maybe even several times. I did.
- As you read this, what thoughts went through your head?
- What imaginations were conjured up between your ears?
- Is there an addiction you fear to indulge?
- Do you have an indulgence which has become an addiction?
- In the light of ‘the meaning of life’ can we really say that we indulge addictions or are we simply addicted to indulging?
- Is there such a thing as too much of a good thing?
- What does it mean to die parched and wanting?
- What emphasis does this put on the hear and now?
- Would you rather live forever or live a short life … if you are dead inside?
- Indulge the experience of being, feed it to the point of addiction … or die parched and wanting.
How may we have heard this before?
It’s better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all. Just the experience is worth the pain. Some have said, no pain no gain. What do we gain from experience? What do we lose from not having it? Find an addiction and feed it… who says you have to be like everyone else, or what they pretend to be. Look what it did for MoTeresa… her addiction to sadism, oppression, and loathing secured her spot in history. I don’t know that your addiction to growing Petunias will work quite as well, but give it a try. Who am I to tell anyone what kind of monkey they should have on their back.
What are your thoughts?