Many people fail to notice the spark in the eyes of a gambler when he join the game. Money is just a by-product in this setup. Even if he wins Alexander's treasure in a pot or looses the last drop of his blood in some deal, he will still come back tomorrow, he can't control this craving, he has lost his own metaphysical entity, he is now a part and parcel of this system, and the system is now his addiction.
It’s this addiction that brings a trader to the market, a drinker to the bar and smoker to the cigarette. The true addiction is like a gravity, which can exist only if both parties are confined to the rules of attraction. If there is no trader, there won't be any market, and the poker table without a gambler is like a Steinway without a pianist.
Some stubborn smokers think I, being a non-smoker can never understand their yearning for the next cigarette. Well little do they know that I also crave, not for the cigarettes, but definitely for the companionship. But, unlike smokers, who enjoy a long residue effect after smoking, my craving begins just after departing when the loneliness starts its job.
A saint can abandon everything and opt for peace and meditation. Its this pleasure in peace, which takes away all his comforts of this materialist world, whether its his family, his wealth or his entire life. There is nothing great in it, he has just surrendered himself to his addiction. Still, some fanatics praise him and curse the innocent drunkards.
As a matter of fact, everyone in this world is a junkie. They just don't know how to enjoy their addiction, their abundance make them impervious to the pleasure.
The real fun is in the scarcity, let your affection build pain, let this craving build a helplessness and make your body beg for just one more chance, a chance to replenish the satisfaction of the next puff of cigarette, the flow of that ecstasy in the veins or the warmth of a tight hug and then dive into this astonishment.
