Monday, March 5, 2012

And so when you love creation rather than the Creator, you’re trying to get from creation what creation cannot give you, and so you’re going to hit a ceiling and grow frustrated in that ceiling and be forced to medicate. Some of us are going to medicate with drugs and alcohols. Some of us are going to medicate with sex. Some of us are going to medicate with lust. Most of us are going to medicate with trinkets and toys. There is an emotive response to new trinkets, new toys, new clothes, and my guess is new lovers. There’s an excitement, an energy, a joy, but if we can be straight, that emotive response fades and leaves us right where we are before the new trinket, before the new toy, before the new job, before the new clothes, before the new lover. And we’re now forced to go find another one, and maybe it needs to be bigger; maybe it needs to be more perverse; maybe it needs to be in order to get that same high. And so we end up living extremely foolish lives.

1 comment:

jojo said...

who wrote this? it's dead on.