Flirting with disaster. We all do it, whether it be the four year old child who touches the bottom of a hot iron even after explicit warnings from a parent, or the driver who weaves recklessly in and out of traffic on the freeway at neck breaking speeds. It really makes one wonder: what is it that compels us to risk doing certain things that we know to be potentially detrimental to us?

Perhaps it is curiosity: the innate desire for us to know; to push ourselves and challenge our physical or mental limits. It’s a need to gauge our potential to perform a task - any task, to know that we are capable.

Or maybe it is the thrill, procured by pulling off an act of blatant defiance. The exhilaration of knowing that, once again, nothing can hold us back, not even misfortune herself.

Whatever it is, it intrigues. It gives us a sense of achievement from overcoming odds, and most of all, the chance to flirt dangerously. Now, who could ever pass that up?

“Like moths to flame”, my best friend would say. But I digress, dear fellow, because unlike moths, we think.




However, don't take my words too seriously. I'm just really bitter because I've been planting my ass and face in the snow all day. But snowboarding is awesome-it's flirting with disaster :)

Addiction is starting what you can't stop.
Addiction is looking forward to the next one.
Addiction is a false sense of security.
Addiction is melancholy among delight.
Addiction is perilous.

And yet,
Addiction is alluring; seductive.
Passionate even.
Addiction is like moths to an open flame.
Charisma at a price.
Addiction is losing control,
but never feeling better.

Addiction isn't what you put in you.
Addiction is what's already in you.