It is now clear to me why we have our own version of non-substance high, our own adrenaline fix. It keeps us going. It keeps us in check with our inner most self. And above all, it keeps the rush of living the way we want to live.
There's a certain kind of high, I would always say to myself.
Be it diffusing bombs, seeing the insides of the human body, feeling the cold wind on a run or having a love that could neither be defined, to each of our own, we have an unexplainable addiction to a situation we believe we are in control of. There is that transcendent feeling. A high. We seek for it every chance we get and in every moment we take part of it. The rush is just completely out of this world, heaven-like is an understatement but nonetheless quite true.
And when you're there, at that moment, you lose yourself. You begin to let go of all these excess baggage; the dramas, the shit holes, the things that makes our world complicated. It drops one by one, and you feel your heart lighter, your soul refreshed. For a moment, you become free from everything and anything that you are constrained of. For a brief moment, you feel yourself more than ever in any other given situations. And on that exact moment, you made yourself matter to you.
What's your high?
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I actually don't know...hmmm this I have to figure out.
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