This is yet another search term to get here.
I like it. This could be a theory on life, one that has led me in the past. Not so much lately, but it created good stories in it’s time. Now, though, I have regrets. Because people suck, because I can’t be trusted, because I have poor judgement. That is where all that ecstasy got me.
Not that avoiding ecstasy is equal to not experiencing happiness. I am probably the happiest person I know. But I can no longer trust blind ecstasy. And I used to trust and chase it so.
The person searching for this is an uncorrupted, inexperienced version of me, a me that I am in love with this evening. She is looking for others who share her strange passion for everything. She is a hedonist. Nothing has marred her vison of herself and the world.
She is looking for answers to all the world’s questions. There is a passion that she cannot understand. She is searching in every corner, but she hasn’t found anything yet. And so, she turns to google for answers.