I live my life knowingly absent of pleasure.
Commitment replaced the most elementary definition of pleasure and inversely evolved the sense of autonomy and responsibility.
I don’t find pleasure in dragging my feet coming out of a bus while thinking about the indulgence waiting for me at home.
I don’t find pleasure driving a cabriolet in the most beautiful road towards a new restaurant.
I find pleasure in controlling the urge to have pleasure in life as a cultural concept.
I find pleasure in pleasure itself, and that’s why I am what I care about.