Rush
Adrenaline rushes mean different things to different people, a sharp contrast shaped by the kaleidoscope of human emotions. For some, it’s the rebellious flick of a lighter, the smoke of a cigarette curling into the night, which is indeed a fleeting escape from a world too heavy to carry. For others, it’s the sharp sting of a blade against their skin, and the blood trickling down, pain becoming a illogical restrain to existence when numbness threatens to consume them. Some find their highs in the roaring hum of an engine as they speed down an empty highway, the wind tearing past their body, a moment of freedom that feels infinite. Thrill-seekers chase danger, their hearts racing as they climb mountains or leap into the void, as though defying death proves they are truly alive. Yet, some don’t chase highs at all, they chase the lows, finding a strange solace in sorrow, in heartbreak, in the sting of tears that remind them they’re human. The ways we seek and cope with adrenaline and emot...