Sometimes we find happiness in unworthy things— and what begins as sweetness slowly rots into chains. Addiction whispers gently, a fleeting taste of joy… but as time slips away, its nectar turns to poison. It drains your hours, your strength, your will, and without noticing— your spirit withers still. One day, all is gone. You wake up to emptiness: lonely, hollow, a prisoner of illusions. You search for escape, but the loop holds tight— freedom demands a mind forged in fire. Two roads await: remain bound in the cycle, or free yourself, and walk the path of light. That is why it’s called an unworthy pleasure— it never lasts, it only leaves you empty. So choose wisely: two paths are always before you— listen to your will, for it is the only treasure that sustains forever. — Albatross✍️🕊