If I didn't know better, I’d think the Fates are conspiring in my favor.
Robbers, perverts, killers, and tyrants - gather, for your inspection,
their so-called pleasures!”
(Marcus Aurelius, Meditations, 6.34)
And, these floats don’t just roll by passively like in some kinda Rose Bowl-style parade. Naw... these are New Orleans-style floats, and are throwing beads and doubloons off the sides, showering us in, what seems to be riches, tempting us more and more to indulge.
What if we gave into all of them?
Well, we’d end up being “that guy”. You know, the one who knocks over kids and families following the ONE freakin’ float with his homies on it… for like 3 blocks, leaving naught but the results of selfishness behind.
Following the Desire Parade is how robbers get to be robbers, and killers get to be killers, etc. etc. etc.
Is the fulfilling of our desires worth all that? Does that fulfillment REALLY bring lasting, meaningful pleasure?
Cravings and indulgences take on a whole new meaning when seen under that light.
(See y’all tomorrow)