Give a bottle of Black Label and I’ll sleep with you

I hate being sober.

One has to deal with every single detail of his life when he’s sober.

And one would be too clear about his past, present, and perhaps predictable future.

You strive so hard to get rid of the unpleasant memories you got, of the trivial matters occupied most of your time, and of the constant worries about the future.

But in most of the cases, you just can’t.

You can’t forget about your past, ignore your present or disregard your future.

A situation so sad and awkward – you can’t control your thoughts, your feelings or your mind.

Ironically, they dominate you. They induce whatever they like to you.

Your consciousness is completely a joke. It monitors you to make sure that you feel the pain you suffer, the twisting in your heart when it breaks, the twirling in your brain when you want something so badly but have to realise the impossibilities in reality.

Yes, I know, on the other hand, we feel all the joys through our consciousness as well.

But look how pathetic we are – constantly hunted by the fear of being unhappy, we actually became the part of our unhappiness.

We try all the means to avoid being miserable but ignore the fact that we are our misery.

How can one ever get rid of oneself?

Never ever.

You know how donkeys are fooled to mill?

Yes, according to the prototype of our misery.

We hang the imaginary happiness in front of our eyes, and assume that one day we’ll catch it.

Yes, exactly like what the donkeys think.

But the fact is they’ll never get the carrot and you’ll never get happiness.

Never ever.