Extinguish

In a pain haunted world, I've reliquinshed every bait. So how can you lure me? Through non delight I found an escape; soon I'll be released.

The battle has been gained by me. You've been vanquished, Evil One. Having eaten the bait, I left-- leaving the hunter to weep.

Oh, wow. I'm actually gonna be victorious. I'm actually gonna overcome sensuality. I'm experiencing an unpolluted pleasure within.

Being a prey to sensuality, full responsibility lies on me, for if I am caught and devoured, it's because I was in the terrain of the lion.

And that discrepancy becomes impossible to cover up. So you become fake because youre forced to ignore the blatant contradiction.

Giving in makes you inauthentic cause the discrepancy reveals the disparity between what you know is wholesome and the unwholesome actions.

With the abandoning of lust for existence [within the five senses] my mind would become unlimited, immeasurable, & well developed.

What if I—overpowering the world [of the five senses] and determining my mind—were to dwell with an awareness that was abundant & enlarged?

sensuality is inconstant, hollow, vain, deceptive. It is illusory, the babble of fools.

dispassion, being unfettered, shedding, non-acquisition, to modesty, to contentment; to seclusion, aroused persistence, unburdensome.

When a man escapes from the Evil One's sphere (senses and sense objects, and lust therein) There are no wiles to lure him back again

embedded in the heart. Overcome by this arrow you run in all directions. But simply on pulling it out you don’t run,

I saw an arrow here, so very hard to see,

Enough, Evil One, with that trick of yours; You're defeated, Annihilator!

We run towards sensual pleasures out of conceit

The toys are still there somewhere. But I don't care about looking, finding, or playing with them. They don't matter;Their pull is long gone

At 10 I played with the same toys I did at 4, but then I stopped liking them; I didn't play with them anymore.

I used to fap. I had videos I watched and liked. At 15 I liked a certain kind of video and at 26 I still liked it. But now I don't delight

fapping used to be my sensuality; an activity, an outlet, a perversion, a degradation, a fetish, stain, defilement, an evil, an addiction.

fapping is just something I don't do anymore. I don't count days nor care. I'll check my counter an year from now and know my days.