I don't know many people who would willingly trade their freedom for the chains of slavery. After all, a life of slavery is hardly a life at all. We all find ourselves bowing helplessly to masters we should have seen coming. You'd think we know better, but somehow we manage to fall into their trap.
Selfishness sabatoges our relationships.
Our bottle-bound saviors sink us deeper into our problems and soak up our personalities. Success beckons from the top of that old corporate ladder, and we climb ambitiously, leaving the more important things of life in the dust below. And most importantly, it just feels godly. As it turns out, however, this religious experience is not quite what it's cracked up to be. I'm not preaching against the church, nor against God.