The only true freedom for a person is solitude. And what belittles solitude are dependencies. Loves, alcohol, nicotine, moral values, drugs... They can all be shackles at any moment, binding a person's feet. Pleasurable shackles. Their common characteristic is that the pleasure they provide is not felt after a long time, while their absence immediately creates a pain in the heart. A dependent person is like someone riding a merry-go-round. There is neither a destination nor progress in their life. Everyone ends up where they started, spinning until they can't stomach it anymore... A person's struggle with themselves begins with eliminating their dependencies. I struggled for years to let go of them all. For years, I peeled off the shells that covered my body and mind one by one. But like scars left by prematurely torn-off shells, traces remained in my mind. I realized, albeit late, that the only way to completely rid oneself of the dependencies that make a human an animal is to die. That was the difference between Kayra and me. He persisted in believing he could vaporize them all.
Anyway! Let's return to the ways dependencies are eradicated while still alive... They never end. They just change shape. If one that wants to be abandoned is removed, a new one is placed in its stead, that's all. That's the only way to rid oneself of a dependency. There is no independent person. Therefore, we choose what suits us best. We say, "I'll smoke, it makes me look taller." Or, "I love people, I want to always be with them, walk among crowded groups of friends," because admitting we're addicted to human flesh is a more polite way of putting it.