The Power of Beer

“为什么酒好喝？”
“就因为它难喝，所以它好喝。”

“Why is beer so nice?”
“Just because it is not nice, it is nice.”

Ironic it might seem, but it does make sense. To me beer is just a cheap stimulant. To a certain extent it is able to stimulate certain feeling, either for the better or for the worse.

I am not a drunkard meaning that I do not need to drink every day, every minute or every second. It is not only when I am drunk than I can sleep. I just love the cheap thrill of losing myself and emptying my brain. I want to feel free enough to lose myself and not thinking of any consequences bearing at the back of my mind.

Most of the people around me, who drink, enjoy drinking. Are they drinking to hide certain feelings? Because they are troubled, they look for a way to divert their attention. Are people drinking because there’s a cause for celebration? Because they are happy, they look for a way to share their happiness.

I never liked to get drunk. The vomit, the smell, the stain, image, everything that comes together will never be nice. But I do like the feeling of having a beer or two where things are clearer and bolder.

Probably, I am deluding myself but I do yearn for such form of escape. Everyone has problems and I have some of my own. Why can’t I get a drink so that I can simply throw all my problems in a plastic bag, throw into Kallang River.

I know it’s a very cowardly thing to do but I don’t mind. I just yearn for a few beers to bring me a moment of being free. A moment where I will be happy and nothing could take me down.

Work
Friends
Fame
Love

How to make a compromise? When things are so difficult to handle? Should I really give it all up?

TO FACE YOUR FEARS IN THE EYE, IT TAKES COURAGE AND A GLASS OF BEER.

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