daring to question.

Your life will always be riddled with temptation.
Games, girls, alcohol, lust, sex, gambling, drugs; addiction.

But what do you really long for?
Look deep within yourself.
Does your soul yearn for a deeper meaning?

Substance? You hunger for self worth, but an orange will only ever be an orange. Fanta will never suffice when an orange is what you crave.
It may taste similar, it may settle the craving. But only momentarily.
It may seem better. After all, it has no pips, delivers a sugar hit and dances across your tongue leaving an addictive, tingling sensation. Soon, you may grow so accustomed to it's taste and satisfaction, you'll forget about the orange you originally sought. The Fanta is easier to consume anyway. No skin to peel. No seeds. No irritating fibres that cling stubbornly to your teeth.
Nonetheless, you continue to long for it, but dismiss the urge for the effort it will entail.

But what about when you tire of Fanta? Reach for a Coke?
It's close enough, isn't it?
Why do you overlook? Why do you ignore?
Why do you extinguish the yearning. The stirring. The longing.
The hunger deep within that craves for what is real?
Why not the orange?
Juicy, ripe, sun kissed and so lovely... Perfect.

Habituality is a skin difficult to shed.
Question it.
And all you've ever known.
Challenge your surroundings, and all you've grown accustomed to.

Do you dare?