In today’s story you’ll play the role of a drug addict. I’m sorry it has to come to this but I’m running out of ideas so please go with it... Thanx.
It’s Friday morning. Work seems to suffocate you, but you don’t mind all that much. Tonight, the whole world and everything in it will fade away. Tonight all your problems and fears will slide off the canvas that is reality. That is the only thought that keeps you sane. That is the only truth that you care to believe.
The needle glides with pleasure into your vein. The little syringe is filled with promises of a painless world. As you press down, you smile. This is life! This is all you will ever need. The whole world can go to hell as long as you can inject meaning directly into your soul. That is what you’re doing now, isn’t it?
It’s Monday morning and you feel a little worse than last Monday. Each week seems to bring with it new levels of despair. Each time you awake from your slumber, the world seems a little worse off than before. You struggle valiantly through the week, but Thursday night, you finally fall prey to your hunger. You close your eyes and drown in your heaven. This is the reason you were born. Your entire life was only to get you to this point. You say a quick prayer and thank God for tonight…
It’s Monday again… Why are you still alive? Why is your body so damn resilient? You weren’t supposed to wake up. You get up and get dressed. You pretend you’re ready for life, but you’re not. You're completely empty. You sit on your bed and rest your head in your hands. Tears slowly roll down your arms. It’s not enough anymore. The highs can’t sustain you anymore. You feel like a starving kid in Africa who barely eats once a week. You grab an old syringe, fill it with air and inject yourself. Either the hunger kills you, or you do. As your body starts to convulse, you realize your soul is as empty as the syringe. You thought you were filling it, instead… your habit kept you occupied while your soul slowly drained away.
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We all attempt to fill our souls with meaning. The question is… are you still hungry when morning comes? Are you really filling your soul with meaning, or are you just occupying yourself, so that you don’t notice how empty your soul really is?
"The question is…"
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Funny you should write about drugs, cause I'm doing them. I've frigging given up on trying to live with all this pain.
I think drugs should be legal. The world would be funner and funnier, lol
ReplyDeleteby the way great story. But it was akward because I never did drugs. And your ideas will be back soon :)
ReplyDeleteMaybe you should go into counselling! The other thought is that a lot of us are addicted to something, maybe not as harmful as drugs...food, fun, internet...but your thoughtful questions could apply to any addiction.
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ReplyDeletefantastic question. i was just saying this same thing in my blog-- I don't want to wake up wondering what something feels like.
ReplyDelete<3 great post love.
I think we should all strive to wake up feeling more filled rather than feeling emptier than b4.
ReplyDeleteGr8 Post!
To answer your question, I wake up each morning hungry for life.Every new day brings new meaning into my life. No matter how bad you might think the state of your life is, there is ALWAYS something better waiting around the corner. You just need to be patient.
ReplyDeleteWhen we look to other people or things to fill the void inside us, we end up feeling even emptier. I believe we can only be truly happy when we can do so regardless of our circumstances.
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