He was just here giggling on the floor as his daddy tickled him.
He was just here hiding in the laundry room sneaking more cookies.He was just riding his bike for the first time!
He was so proud when he tackled everyone on the opposing team, even if they didn’t have the football. He was just out on his first date.
He was stunningly handsome dressed for prom
he was so drunk when he came home last nightWhy were there syringes in his room?
Why was he covered in blood tonight?
Why can’t I stop the pain he’s feeling in his body from the heroin detox
where’s he leading to now?The above is an extract from an article of a Father who spoke about his Son who died at a young age of 22. Cause was Drugs Overdose. As I read through it, I wondered how easily he could express the storm that just passed through and shattered his life while some others can only chose silence over expressing. Silence for all the years to come!!! Out of all the things he said, one thing was evident and that was that he loved his Son to Death, but sadly his son chose death infact embraced it with open arms.
I just do not sympathize the guy who is dead but I wonder how insane could someone be to surrender to Narcotics and the prickly needles when life has laid you on the bed of roses. If you came across such people, they would talk about the crazy adrenaline rush they get while the fluid enters into their body from the needle, but they fail to realize about how that same fluid once enters poisons the blood, weaken the vital organs and will eventually kill them. This same Guy quoted that his Son said- “He feels the world becomes happier place to live in with drugs.” Alas! Druggies never realize that happiness is based on truth and reality. What is happiness when it stays only for a moment is self-inflicted and ultimately leads to an untimely miserable death? The worst one I read was one of the addicts justifying that they got into it because they couldn’t bear the loss of loved one. How strange is it that they did not realize that he had the gift his loved one didn’t.
The momentary pleasure they experience from those needle pricks makes them forget all about the misery that might lie ahead. Then I wonder, how is it for people who die when all they want to do is live but are victims of a cruel plot laid by their own destiny.. Genes perhaps. When one here chose death over life the other is left with no choice at all. The Irony is that, with every prick of the needle, the druggie gives in to his so-called 'happiness' and the Victim of destiny, gives up on it!!
Contrary to the Euphoria of a self induced Narcotic, the victim of Destiny dies every time he realizes that death is trying to embrace him. His simple dreams seem unattainable, trivial matters unreachable and life impossible to follow. When the addicts seem to be too demented to accept the fact that the drug is killing them, the victim of destiny would never get an explanation as to why is his gene tampered with. With every prick the addict instills the poison into him while not even a 100 pricks can cleanse the poison out of the Victim of destiny.
Health is something that is often abused by those who are lucky enough to have it and then there those who have no choice but to live with poison running through their veins. Finally, both will die, but the addict had 2 paths ahead- Life & Death, out of which he spends his life trying to die and the other was always on a path which would lead him to Death.
Look Around and count your blessings,HPK!!!
