Reverie Life
What a pleasure when you hunt something. It's a natural instinct that human kind possesses and uses either for survival or pleasure. Both of those uses, come to a climax…
The most detectable and important difference between them is the time that the climax takes place. If hunting comes for survival purposes the highest level of pleasure lies either on the time that the target is in our hands helpless or sometimes when its death gives us a life overtime. When hunting comes for pleasure the climax heaves during the hunting procedure. In the end, when the survival's climax comes, there is a relief, a review of the journey, a tear of happiness, a shiver, an ego boost, a satisfaction. Sometimes there is no end at all. Target changes and changes. And the hunter finds himself in a prey paradise or in a fly hunt-depending on conditions. Dreams are sometimes conquered, sometimes abandoned - always hunted.. Always?
What kind of hunting reflects us?
Does it come as a medium of happiness pursuit, does it have its primary nature and works as a bell that wakes us and tells us to go on?
Are hunting tools noble when they snatch other's dreams(if hunting's purpose is not survival)? Are there dreamless people? Or are they easily satisfied? Compromised? Afraid?
And is there the case that the dream is the hunter and the dreamer the victim?
What a pleasure when you hunt something. It's a natural instinct that human kind possesses and uses either for survival or pleasure. Both of those uses, come to a climax…
The most detectable and important difference between them is the time that the climax takes place. If hunting comes for survival purposes the highest level of pleasure lies either on the time that the target is in our hands helpless or sometimes when its death gives us a life overtime. When hunting comes for pleasure the climax heaves during the hunting procedure. In the end, when the survival's climax comes, there is a relief, a review of the journey, a tear of happiness, a shiver, an ego boost, a satisfaction. Sometimes there is no end at all. Target changes and changes. And the hunter finds himself in a prey paradise or in a fly hunt-depending on conditions. Dreams are sometimes conquered, sometimes abandoned - always hunted.. Always?
What kind of hunting reflects us?
Does it come as a medium of happiness pursuit, does it have its primary nature and works as a bell that wakes us and tells us to go on?
Are hunting tools noble when they snatch other's dreams(if hunting's purpose is not survival)? Are there dreamless people? Or are they easily satisfied? Compromised? Afraid?
And is there the case that the dream is the hunter and the dreamer the victim?
