I always liked this song, but I always thought it was about a past love running away for a richer man. Then I watch the video and whoa, the lyrics take on a whole new meaning. So the song is about a girl that’s addicted to crack. I watched the video, and I thought, “What would I do if I saw such a person?” Then I thanked God that I don’t live in a big city where these poor souls can be seen as a matter of course.
I am a Libertarian, and I am generally pro-legalization of non-violent crimes such as prostitution and drugs, but it’s images like this that do make me understand why people would want to make such things illegal.
Drugs are bad. Counter-culture be damned. Drugs are, indeed, bad. To be clear, I am speaking of recreational drugs. They offer no benefits. They wreck your health. They steal your money. At what point, if any, does the addict look at what they are holding in their hand and understand that the drug is the one calling the shots. Why would anyone choose to trade their freedom for this? The high isn’t a true happiness. It’s not true peace. It’s a temporary fix. It’s a patch on your problems. It’s a momentary diversion. There is nothing real or true or lasting to it. So why do people keep throwing their lives away, their true happiness, to this false master?
I understand that not all drugs are addictive, but those drugs offer no true, life-enriching benefits either. The only thing that really does that is living your life, and living it well. It’s about making the right choices, even when they are hard. It’s about learning to take the pleasure from the scent of a rose as you walk by and smile.
I cannot understand why anyone would start doing drugs. Do they think that it will end differently? Do they think they are strong enough to control it? Take meth. Meth destroys the brain’s ability to make dopamine–the chemical that makes you happy. Have you seen pictures of people who have been hooked on meth? It’s like someone sucked the light out of their eyes. That light, was the joy of life. Their dopamine levels have been cut down to a trickle. They traded those momentary hits of happiness for a soulless existence, and that’s even assuming that they finally manage to break free and don’t simply die one day.
As Milton said, “The mind can make a Hell of a Heaven or a Heaven of a Hell.” Mother Theresa said “Loneliness and the feeling of being unwanted is the most terrible poverty,” and “We think sometimes that poverty is only being hungry, naked and homeless. The poverty of being unwanted, unloved and uncared for is the greatest poverty. We must start in our own homes to remedy this kind of poverty.”
I believe that people choose to use drugs not out of fiscal poverty. I believe it’s out of sheer desperation to fill a void in their lives which should be filled by love. That love can be of God or of family or community or most anything. People lived in caves, and they were happy. Hollywood types fill their lives with fine things and big houses and fake friends and fancy vacations and have to latch on to drugs to find some brief feeling of happiness. It can happen to anyone.
The Hmong are a poor people. They grew poppies to make heroin. Very few ever used it themselves. Why? Because they loved their family, and being a drug addict brought dishonor to their family.
The answer isn’t laws and jail. It’s not even education. The answer is love, you damn fools. Children grow up abandoned, and we wonder why they choose drugs and the dangerous life. Children are ignored as their parents drink or do drugs themselves or spend their energies elsewhere, and we wonder why children turn to drugs?
I have sympathy for those who take a drug and get hooked. Once it has it’s hooks in you, it’s hard to let go. When a person that has an accident gets addicted to pain pills, it is unfortunate. However, those who choose to use recreational drugs are not of that class. They are chasing something else. Their new friends are druggies, and they want friends, so… They are so ____ing sad, so… They are scared and alone, so… They never choose to use drugs just for the sake of doing drugs, it is contingent to another goal, trying to fill that void.
I guess I’m just rambling… Don’t do drugs, kids.
Long Live the Constitution!