The Beauty Of The Beast

That great enemy that we all share. We can't live without him, and yet, we all wish we could cut our dependency off with him. He wastes our time, and yet is one of our greatest enjoyments. We give him more of our time then we give anything else, but when we need him the most, that is when he flees us. We chase him, but he runs, leaping and ducking our flailing arms. We try to leave him, and he chases us with a intensity that smothers even the boldest of defiance.     What is this monster that we flee and crave so badly? What is it that causes us to turn to that which we all wish to flee? Every waking hour is spent as far away from this beast as possible, savoring every minute of freedom, only to be swept back into his lair, just as every fly is inevitably swept into his own demise. Even in that moment where we embrace this creature, when we desire his presence the most, it is then that he starts pushing us away. Our minds will start to wander of there own accord, stirring up thoughts not thought for centuries upon centuries. It is like a game of cat and mouse, where our prey is our predator, and his entire purpose is to push us away when we want him, and to pull us in when we flee. Sometimes, he loses and pushes us too hard, and we gain a short amount of freedom from him, but alas, it was then when we needed him most, so it would be more accurate to say that he escaped us. When he loses his game, we lose as well.

So what then, my dear reader, is this beast?