Its like taking drugs.

You get high, you have fun, you love it...

Until it gets taken away. Until the withdrawal symptoms kicks in. Then you start suffering. You wished this never happened. You wish you never took the drugs to begin with.

The genie presents to you another dosage of the drug.

And you're back to square one. In fact, you're in an even worse shape. Choking on your own breath. Nothing you can do but plea for more drugs. Desperate, hungry, hurt.

How nice?

Human nature? Or no self-control and discipline? I wonder which. Or perhaps its due to both. Perhaps that's why I'm not stopping myself. I'm falling for it again and again.

I once heard this story from a teacher. About the idea of "stupid". I remembered it was on some kind of seminar or camp. Can't exactly remember.

So this is how it goes:
A man walks along a road to work on fine day. Oblivious to him, there was a hole in the middle of the road because of road construction. So obviously, he fell inside, too busy to look at the road he was walking on.

The workers resuced him and carried on with their work.

The next day, he walked along the same road to work. For some reason or another, he wasn't paying attention to the road and fell into the very same hole that he descended into just the day before.

The workers quickly came and rescued him, but not without noticing that it was the very same person that fell into it the day before. So as steoreotyping people we all are, they started thinking he must be an idiot.

Do you agree? That he is a stupid idiot who fell into the very same hole twice?

On third day, he walked along that very same road as per usual.

Now think, or rather imagine, will he fall into that very same hole in that very same hole thrice? What do you think?

If he didn't, do we still hold the right to criticize him and say that he is an idiot?