Drugged…

“I don’t like the drugs but the drugs like me…….” once sang Marilyn Manson, we might not know how far this holds true in his case, but in the case of a million others its exactly the opposite. Drugs don’t like us, because every snort of coke or every jab of a heroin injection paves the way to degeneration. Most of us don’t even realize when and where an artificially induced euphoria becomes as important as oxygen itself, sometimes more.

Drugs kill people not only biologically but also mentally and financially. Many families get ruined because one person is addicted. Nowadays rehabs have come up to “cure” these people. These institutions do a great deal of good for such people, its just that these institutes are not reputed and anyone who thinks of getting into a rehab is discouraged by the social stigma associated with it. The awareness of these institutions and ill effects of drugs should be propagated properly and it is high time that this is brought into effect.

I was once told “where there is a will, there is a way”, but it’s the will that these drugs attack. Even the strongest of will dissipates in the pursuit of these inane dreams. Dreams are good when experienced naturally, but substance induced dreams make us absolutely inexorable in purpose or will and we lose all reason to justify that this momentary emancipation is only going to lead us to an incapacitating abyss called death. The journey might be scenic, but we might never reach the destination we seek…….