Desired Desperation
Have you ever deprived yourself long enough to reap the harvest of pleasure with compounded interest?
Have you ever rallied against your circadian rhythm so that sleep would feel anesthetic?
Have you ever deserted drinking like a Saguaro cactus so that a sip of water served more than to merely satisfy?
Have you ever felt such hunger that even the smell of a sweet red strawberry seemed indulgent to the senses?
Life is meant to be lived in contrasts–not stagnant perfection society seems to strive for. When all is light, everything a smile, a fridge filled with food, a body perfectly rested, a scalp groomed to silk, life's beauty becomes obscured by overexposure.
Therefore, there is no greater gift than to feel desperation. No greater gift than to know fear, hunger, pain, anger, and perhaps the most painful of emotions, guilt. Within the suffering lies not what makes us human, but rather what we so often try to hide– what makes us animal.
Within this desperation lies intense desire, more guttural than a want. Where your bones begin to crave with gravitational force. Very rarely do humans feel such desire– save lust, perhaps. But this desire is something that can only be created through contrast. Finding euphoria in dysphoria.
Have you ever kept running through the pain of hot-coaled lungs?
Have you ever felt the bite of snow so that you could feel the warmth of fire more clearly?
Have you ever truly felt what it means to be alive?
Have you ever rallied against your circadian rhythm so that sleep would feel anesthetic?
Have you ever deserted drinking like a Saguaro cactus so that a sip of water served more than to merely satisfy?
Have you ever felt such hunger that even the smell of a sweet red strawberry seemed indulgent to the senses?
Life is meant to be lived in contrasts–not stagnant perfection society seems to strive for. When all is light, everything a smile, a fridge filled with food, a body perfectly rested, a scalp groomed to silk, life's beauty becomes obscured by overexposure.
Therefore, there is no greater gift than to feel desperation. No greater gift than to know fear, hunger, pain, anger, and perhaps the most painful of emotions, guilt. Within the suffering lies not what makes us human, but rather what we so often try to hide– what makes us animal.
Within this desperation lies intense desire, more guttural than a want. Where your bones begin to crave with gravitational force. Very rarely do humans feel such desire– save lust, perhaps. But this desire is something that can only be created through contrast. Finding euphoria in dysphoria.
Have you ever kept running through the pain of hot-coaled lungs?
Have you ever felt the bite of snow so that you could feel the warmth of fire more clearly?
Have you ever truly felt what it means to be alive?
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