My mini-samsara

Like a moth to a flame, I am drawn back again and again and again. I don't really know why I allow myself to be drawn to it. The pull is so powerful. It starts with a single thought that gets caught and entertained. Then, before I know it, I've given it enough energy that it gets transformed into this unbelievably strong urge to act. All I know is I don't want to be drawn to it; I don't want to act on these thoughts.

But I guess I crave the excitement. I get bored with the routine of daily life and want a splash of ocular stimulation to wake me up. But was it truly worth it in the end? Deep down I know it isn't, but I keep going back. The pull is insatiable. Around and around I go in my own personal mini-samsara of sorts. The spiral seems to never end.