There are times when giving something up focuses ones mind on it so absolutely that you'd believe it were forbidden, not free choice. Fascination with the forbidden goes all the way back to the garden and is completely understandable; for desires to remain longed for they have to be illusive, almost unobtainable, once one gets what they've desired it swiftly becomes mundane, and is subsequently cultivated or supplanted by a new 'want'. What eludes me is how this principle has applied itself so rigidly to a matter of choice, of self control?
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