I look around, and there are some serious alcoholics in my eighteen year old age group.
I was having a bonfire last week and these two guys came over. They go to raves and roll on molly, and do psychedelics and drink and smoke. A lot. They were already stoned and a little drunk when they come over to my place last week.
We started talking about how often we all drink, and they go, Yeah, we only really party Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. And then sometimes Sunday. Pretty often Monday too. Then you can’t miss Tequila Tuesday’s, you know. And a lot of the time Wednesday’s, because why not?
These are people I personally like. But it’s clear they’re looking to fill holes in themselves.
A good friend of mine is home from college. He came over the other night, talking about how we should bring over some girls, how he’s been spoiled by being at a bomb-ass party university.
I could tell the chill night of old friends wasn’t something he thoroughly enjoyed.
Within everything — alcohol, weed, hot girls, and parties — that gives you a good time, the opposite is sewn into it.
The Buddha taught that even your happiness is dukkha — a Pali word meaning “suffering” or “unsatisfactoriness.” It is inseparable from its opposite. This means that your happiness and unhappiness are in fact one. Only the illusion of time separates them.
So, what are we to do about it? I have no idea. I’m sad as I type this. I’m not despairing, just sad.
I see alcohol abuse, marijuana abuse, molly abuse, party abuse, girl’s affection abuse, everywhere.
And I can’t really talk because I drank and smoked last night. They say you can be sad, and still at peace through acceptance.
This was something on my mind, and I didn’t have a guiding question for writing it — but if there was something I wished you to take away from this, it’s that everything changes. The good event today breeds sadness tomorrow. Everything in the world of form is going to fluctuate — it will change.
Think about this when you look for happiness in places that will give it; but also plant the seed of sadness.