Tied down to bad habits. Life has raced past you at an exhilarating pace, and you've adopted means and ways to cope with the pressures. You had to. Everyone needs a release. That moment when the mind leaves everything, and completely falls in love with the present moment. Whether it is eating food, or binge watching series, it's all the same. We need down time. If we don't let the engines sleep, then burn out is but an inevitability.
The soft cushion of escapism feels so good when it is injected into the veins. But each habit adopted eventually wears it's own satisfaction down, and becomes less powerful than the last moment it was present. Diminishing returns make us look for other avenues. The pursuit for hedonistic pleasures turn into a never ending snowball of bad habits that are each worse than the last. Justifying each habit with rationale that wouldn't even fool a child - but still believing so deeply that there is no wrong in what you're doing.
But as the joys roll serendipitously into your spine, and the weight of the world eradicates itself through your irrational actions, you feel happy to be you. Even if it is brief. Even if it is fabricated. It still exists. Happiness for that moment. Temporal exchange is reality, and for that we cannot feel burnt. Indulge in the darkness, just so long as there's still an exit door present.