The temptations of life are great. Too many to count, almost. As humans we almost idolize those who have given into temptation, as we go through life barely able to control our own desires. The subject is almost not worth writing about, as many others much more qualified on the subject than me have written at great length about it.
The greatest problem with temptation is the definition of it. Depending on who you talk to, what qualifies as a “temptation” varies. Some consider eating a bowlful of chocolates to be the greatest of sinful endeavors, whereas I would easily balk at the idea.
Would you consider over exaggeration a sinful ideal? What about drugs? Or sex? Or exercise? Or television?
OR is it just the excess that is the temptation? On top of that, what constitutes sinful? Should I even bring sin into the question?
Many questions to be considered.
Temptation does not only lead to sin and villainy though. Temptation is just giving into your weaker self.
A little temptation is not a bad thing.
In fact, I would argue that it is what makes life interesting to live.
It’s one of the great injustices of life that all the things we strive to have are so fleeting.
The great pleasures in life – the greatest temptations in life.
When I visited BC earlier this month I went to a restaurant on 4th Ave in Vancouver called Refuel with my friend AJ. We indulged greatly, feasting on pork cheek, bone marrow, and probably the best steak of my life, a 40-day dry aged 12oz rib eye. It was like nothing I’ve ever eaten before. As AJ said, “It’s called 40-day dry aged because you age 40 days after you eat it.”
Thank god for memories, because before I knew it the steak was done and I was in a hazy beer and meat dream. That moment is gone forever, but I will remember that steak.
The temptation to give in to your baser impulses will remain constant, and I think that most of us SHOULD give in once and a while.
I remain tempted by the darker areas of my mind constantly, and it’s so easy.
I am reminded of myself. There are many facets to every person. I wonder if, when you give into the temptation of depression or anger, if you are just turning your personal book to a different page labelled “MAD” or “SAD”. I don’t even recognize those people, but they exist.
Who is to say that they even exist? For example: if you see me on the street and I’m “mad”, I’m still teg. If i’m “sad” then to you, i’m still teg.
Frank Herbert had it wrong. Fear is not the mind-killer, self-perception is the mind-killer.
Dualities exist everywhere, but I don’t think they exist in people.
There are just so many facets, we may never find them all.
Listening: Stephan Bodzin & Marc Romboy – Luna