We need some kind of anchor in life, some kind of refuge, something we can rely on when everything else fails us...
A lot of the time, we use sensual pleasures as a refuge. When we feel bad, and life just gets too much to handle, we open that bag of potato chips, or order that pizza, or go and smoke a cigarette...
Of course, none of these things are a true refuge, and we all know that in the long run they will push us down... But they do work on a certain level. They can ease the pain... By lowering our sensitivity.
But what if we renounce all these sensual pleasures? What are we left with? Is life even worth living?
