Enter: The Psychedelia
Drugs are bad. They’ve been teaching us, having presentations, there are people who come and talk about it, give seminars and basically push the majority to a wave that begins to believe in the fact and then further propagates it. And by now you’ve guessed that I’m not one to speak in appreciation of that.
Neither am I asking you to try anything, please don’t post this on AA or whatever websites. You can do whatever you want, and that’s what I’m trying to tell you. Nothing, absolutely nothing in life is bad. I mean after all, whoever made those rose and jasmine and mango trees also planted weed in the same way, right?
We are afraid of what we do not know.
It’s all about how you respond towards something. Your perception. Now if you get addicted, it’s not my fault. It’s your own barrier or competency, however you look at it. Just because something bad happened to you, it’s not going to happen to me, is it?
Try everything, in controlled amounts. Know when to stop, know when to say no if the time arises. But never say no before knowing what’s going to happen.
It’s like the prick of a needle. If you ask someone how it feels, there are two kinds of answers you’re bound to get: Okay or damn it hurt.
But what do you know? Your mind’s fed that into your soul yet you still don’t know how to feel about it once you yourself have tried it! *Okay, it wasn’t as bad as she told me it would be. Whoa.*
Of course not. How do you expect yourself to explain emotions to anyone?
And I feel the strength slowly creeping up on me, every single day. Because what doesn’t kill you, just makes you stronger.
x EdgyShark x