I am sorry if this appears too long, too obnoxious,too arrogant or nothing more than just a rant. Please bear with me.
I want to confess that I am new here,inexperienced about the No fap culture, but not new to pmo or not someone who has tried to stop it and succeeded anymore than you. I am a humble man who developed this addiction, this affinity to poison overtime just like everybody here. And just to make everything clear about why we need to fight this menace, I am writing this post.
Since the few days I have been here, people post about their problems, their failures, their embarrassments with this addiction, the small victories they come up with and then they are back to day zero. They talk about the marvellous streaks they came up with, feeding their own gullibility, and then dropping back to wipe the floor. For how long are we going to do This? When can we say that we have attained total freedom from our feeble bodily needs? What standards or criteria do we use to mark our victory?
For once, we have to agree that we have forgotten the most important question. The mark of the free man is that ever gnawing uncertainty in him of whether he is right.
His most important charachteristic is his sense of inquiry. His most frequently used word is ‘WHY’.
And so, I ask you who is reading this: why are you here? What reasons do you have to be here? Why are you fighting something that can give you instant pleasure and a way out of life’s mess? Why do you want to stop that which can give you a few moments of happiness in this god forsaken world?
I was a young teenager who saw profanity the first time with a bunch of friends, never even contemplating that it would not leave my side for so many years. I started slow but learned fast to deceive the world. I viewed moderately, initially with fear in my heart, which slowly dispersed. I watched amateur stuff initially but then rapidly developed tolerance to stuff so horrific that I dare not mention it.
But the worst happened when I almost did that stuff to someone I really care about. Someone who trusts me with her heart, someone who believes in me. No words are enough , no emotions passionate enough to describe how ashamed I felt of myself that day. From that day forth, it was nothing less than a mission for me to stop this immeasurably abhorred and deplorable habit, so that I could once more look at the mirror and feel proud about myself. Frankly I do not even care if it is harmful or healthy, it has been to me nothing less than a bane. A curse that took away precious years of my life. This was my unfortunate story.
So now I ask you who is reading this, who has suffered just like me. WHY? Why are you here? What is your reason? How far can you go? How far will you go?
No matter what happens, in any case, every time you get down to doing that one think that makes you ashamed, gives you reasons to hate yourselves, makes you weak and feeble; Please never forget to inquire with yourselves. Decide, reason with yourself, never forget to ask yourself that most fundamental question.
Good luck, sorry to have taken so long;
Love you guys!