The Sniper and the Florist.

          Addictions and Passions: Heroin and other Clarities: Part two.
                                 The Sniper and the Florist.
                                    By Mark William Darus.

                           >a song to listen to while reading<
                           http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=21mEVQMxDmE


　

You are doing your job, clocking hours, earning coin. You spend your eight, ten or twelve hours whoring yourself out to maintain food for the stomach, volts for the house, water to bath with. Perhaps you have other mouths to feed or clothe that keeps you digging deep to work harder, longer. You laugh or complain with those you spend a third or more of your life with on a daily basis that you quickly dismiss as quick as you can clock-out.

You run your errands, fill the gas tank, pay some bills. Maybe you give a longing glance to a plane in flight, a speeding freight train, a brilliant sun playing peek-a-boo as it dances through white puffy clouds against a dazzling blue sky or the moon in its various shapes.

You notice things many don’t give a second glance to. This recharges your batteries with your knowledge of a simple fact: Anything you take a moment to notice in the outside world is NEVER duplicated in your memory.

You possess a hyper-awareness of all around you. You take every situation as a learning experience, unique and memorable; never cast off nor forgotten in your mind.

You work to keep yourself alive in a merely physical sense.

You live for what fires your brain, satisfies your desire to go further each and every day far above and beyond what most know you as.

Sometimes you get massive headaches to eventually reach the conclusion from personal examination: When was the last time I ate or slept?

You are propelled by the intangible. No one can truly see what makes you what you know yourself to be as they think you quirky or mad. The gearing in your head always turning: Your thoughts never silent even when exhausted.

You are constantly on OVERLOAD and it doesn’t bother you in the slightest.

Face it.

You’re an addict in one form or another…

Take a sniper as an example: What made this person feel the need to gain an ability to kill a single human from one mile away with a single headshot instead of simply slaying a deer at 100 yards for dinner?

Take a florist as another example: Flowers are flowers, though a great florist can create art by not-so-simply placing them in proper order that melts women’s hearts and wets them at the same time when delivered sealing either an apology over a slight or a guaranteed great weekend.

With some of us, we live for extremes.

When a limit is hit, most merely say: “Yes! I did it!” After that realization, they back off and smile.

With those like me, and I believe a great number of the readers here, when the limit (extreme) is met, we think: ‘Okay. Now what?’

So quickly do we get bored. We have to snag that something else to reach a higher level, like that of a video game.

We’re always hungry regardless of how much we eat. We’re dying of thirst while we guzzle gallons of water.

We want more and will always throw ourselves out there for the gain of a hearts fulfillment that will never ever realize actualization as long as we live.

I believe us to be the most fortunate amongst others that lack this edge.

We have the ability to view, hear or think about something from a completely different angle and the freedom of mind to explore it, study it, take it in to ourselves without a care as to what others think about us. We learn and grow because of this insatiable desire while others grow stagnant with tons of regrets as they get older.

Take a look at the works of Shakespeare, Poe, Sigmund Freud or Mozart. They were all addicts in one form or another. One thing they all held constant: a passion, a fire for a life that they alone could see as they did what they did to eventually share with others.

Imagine what any of them would have reached had they had global internet access…

I like to push things as far as I can.

I am not alone in this desire.

These words describe us best.

"Adrenaline"


You don't feel the pain

Too much is not enough
Nobody said this stuff makes any sense
We're hooked again

Point of no return
See how the buildings burn
Light up the night
Such pretty sight

Adrenaline keeps me in the game
Adrenaline you don't even feel the pain
Wilder than your wildest dreams
When you're going to extremes
It takes adrenaline
(You don't feel the pain)

Sail through an empty night
It's only you and I who understand
There is no plan

Get closer to the thrill
Only time will kill
What's in your eyes
Is so alive

Adrenaline keeps me in the game
Adrenaline you don't even feel the pain
Wilder than your wildest dreams
When you're going to extremes
It takes adrenaline

Run through the speed of sound
Every thing slows you down
And all color that surrounds you
Are bleeding to the walls
All the things you really need
Just wait to find the speed
Then you will achieve
Escape velocity

Too much is not enough
Nobody gave it up
Im not the kind
To lay down and die

Adrenaline
keeps me in the game
Adrenaline
you don't even feel the pain
Wilder than your wildest dreams
When you're going to extremes
It takes adrenaline

Adrenaline
Screaming out your name
Adrenaline
you don't even feel the pain
Wilder than your wildest dreams
When you're going to extremes
It takes adrenaline

(Adrenaline)

You don't even feel the pain
You don't even feel the pain
I'm going to extremes
There is nothing in between
You don't even feel the pain
You don't even feel the pain
You don't even feel the pain
You don't even feel the pain

Gavin Rossdale.

　

Have a great weekend and never stop pushing things outward!

Growth is simply a mind-step away.

Mark William Darus 01262013