Truculent souls keep fighting peace, the corpulent ones cant give up cheese
The smoker engages with counting buds, the crooks gone too crooked trying to be thugs,
Digital addictions don’t let you lose sight of the screen, others losing themselves chasing the gloss and the gleam.
The opulent are victims to the urges of prodigal shopping, while indigent derive ephemeral pleasures from bottle popping.
The overly consecrated couldn’t care less about their neighbors dying, while TV maniacs turn belligerent seeing their favorite daughter-in-law crying.
Deleterious addictions are too sweet to swallow, breaking all the rules is too easy a task to follow.
I don’t intend to daze and amaze in my pursuit of creating a better life, I merely intend to pay the dues for just being alive.
Post workout sores are the sweetest treat, like any good addiction they don’t let you sleep.
The time that you actually waste, can be used in making others life better, sweetening their taste.
It doesn’t matter if you’re weaker than a newly hatched cherub when you begin, ure positive predilection is finally gonna make you win, soon you’d be putting impossible to the test every time you enter the gym.
An earnest step in good faith(towards your nearest fitness centre) will fill you with energy that simultaneously feeds the essential triad of mind, body and soul….
and as this addiction grows hear my voice ringing in your head saying “I told you so…”