Addictions...

Come in all shapes and forms, but are always bad for one's growth in the long run. And I know what I'm talking about, since I was born with an inclination for embracing addictions.

Too readily, too eagerly, I get used to patterns, behaviors, places, flavors and even nuances -especially nuances. I get hooked on all sorts of things... from drowning in the news to the taste of a conversation, from the shape of particular road to the unique sound of a voice, from lingering to pursuing, from simply allowing to resisting.

Why am I as such? I've asked myself on numerous occasions, and the answer has come in different and conflicting forms. For not only could this weakness of mine be genetic, but it could actually stem from some psychological defect held deep within, or it could be due to how much sugar my mom consumed while carrying me inside her belly, or maybe, maybe, it has more to do with the karmic mission I took on prior to entering this lifetime...

Whichever the case, I am an addict of life, and I am working on it. I'm glutenous, ravenous in everything I do -well almost everything. So, if you've ever felt this way, and didn't know what to do, or how to react, just know that you are not alone, and that life, whichever way you slice it and dice it, is a banquet of treats, where what might be good for some, might prove poisonous for others.

Have fun, enjoy yourself, and try not to overdo it -There is plenty out here for everyone. And remember what Joha probably thought, "Moderation... Moderation..."

A burning vessel