Being dependent on anything creates a prison to a fictitious self that blocks love from being the guiding energy of daily living. And although one may be alive, to be without love is to be without life.
As one forms dependencies in life a prison is created and what matters most about these dependencies is the degree of the hold they have on you. Make no mistake, dependency is dependency, drugs and alcohol are only different than coffee and sugar because of their devastating consequences. This is what creates the bondage to a fictitious self and it keeps one in a self created prison. This is something that’s much more subtle than some glaring substance or object, it is the prison of one’s own mind.
This is the real prison. A substance or object can hold one in captivity, but only because it’s one’s own mind that puts the bondage in place of needing something to use. Without the mind telling one something is needed, dependency on anything would be non existent. The subtleness of this dependency is mind boggling.
As soon as the alarm clock rings to get up for work, if the day isn’t started to bring about some sort of awareness of being in the now, its off to the races of being controlled by a mind that’s been conditioned to satisfy self. This control takes on many forms: talking about others, eating habits, pouting or sulking, social status, being miserly (cheap), trying to control situations and people, judging, lust, greed, envy, self righteousness, false pride, and the list goes on, but what all these have in common is they are all external solutions of the Conditioned Mind to fix an internal urge.
Until something is done to allow the mind to settle, this bondage will go on to the day that one is near death. At that time the mind will probably settle enough for one to let go, so you will see how most of life was never truly experienced in the way that it could have been. The subtle dependencies are as devastating as the most glaring one’s, like using alcohol and drugs, because being dependent on anything creates a prison to a fictitious self that blocks love from being the guiding energy of daily living. And although one may be alive, to be without love is to be without life.