The Numbness of Solace

Reward is not Motivation

 It feels so easy to feel nothing at all.  A feeling of comfort, gentle and soothing, is like sinking into a plush encumbrance, swallowed up whole.  Time slips through every unwatched pore as life becomes a sieve.  Softness becomes rot.

Then, things turn cold and hard.  Indulgence becomes a torment; pleasure bears a pain.  It is only then that feeling alive is something worth living for, worth achieving.  As much as luxury seduces, austerity impels.  Both are needed to move on.


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