How can one get attached to things? Talk to them, feel for them? And yet, not care for things which are not things? As in alive stuff?
The idea of an addiction does not arise out of ones desire to be enslaved. It forms out of something as simple as free will. "Why can I not do it and still live a good life?" is the basis of everything one can get addicted to. It can be the amount of salt you use in food to the thoughts which create the hell for you to the bliss that some OTC med can give.
Its the natural desire to break free of the shackles which can be imposed on a mind. Why does a truly, completely, blissfully happy man never get addicted? I believe they cannot.
Since the basis is now defined, coming out of it should not be seen as forming further shackles as the mind will obviously try and out gun it in some way form or the other. Coming out of it should be nothing but providing that freedom an empty mind without a purpose craves for. Its all about simple observation of ones own self. And of course, saying yes/no again and again.
"In The Times Of Crisis I Was Not Hurt By The Harsh Words Of My Enemies, But By The Silence Of My Friends" - wonder if Shakespeare really did say it. Don't matter.
Shine on you crazy diamond -- Pink Floyd
Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun.
Now there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky.
You were caught on the crossfire of childhood and stardom,
blown on the steel breeze.
Come on you target for faraway laughter,
come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine!
You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon.
Threatened by shadows at night, and exposed in the light.
Well you wore out your welcome with random precision,
rode on the steel breeze.
Come on you raver, you seer of visions,
come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine!
When destiny calls, dead things will awaken, till then.. its a different story though.
Judgement, destiny and forfeiture of life and its worldly goods may be what the saints say - decide your next. But for now, I am here and I want to live. There is no other time and no other moment. What do I want? Where do I go?
