If I were to choose from; speeding in a motorboat to swimming
against choppy waves of the ocean, I would prefer wading across the stormy waters profusely moving my arms; rather than the insipid journey in the cruise liner. If I were to choose from; languishing on the flocculent couch to sleeping on the stone cold floor, I would prefer to caress the ground; roll wildly in unparalleled exuberance; rather than the effeminate comfort of the bed. If I were to choose from; transgressing the desert barefoot to riding on profoundly hunched camel back, I would prefer to walk feeling the tenacity of blistering sun on my back; rather than petulantly torture the innocuous beast. If I were to choose from; reaching the pinnacle of the mountain top on cable car to clambering up using a knotted rope, I would prefer to onerously scramble my way to the top basking in the spirit of paramount adventure; rather than descending on my destination without flexing the slightest of my muscle. If I were to choose from; drinking opulent wine floating in swanky glasses to crystalline liquid extracted from the belly of earth, I would prefer rapidly gulping the scintillating water; rather than collapsing in a disheveled heap on the ground after devouring the inebriating elixir. If I were to choose from; inhaling artificial air from the compact cylinder of oxygen to breathing directly from the atmosphere,
I would prefer to expand my lungs to their full capacity in my
chest drawing in ravishing puffs of oxygen; rather than respiring the adulterated surroundings. If I were to choose from; watching television to voraciously reading infinite lines of literature, I would prefer to exorbitantly exert my eyes trying to innovatively perceive in the dormitories of my mind; rather than indolently viewing gaudy images flickering on the silver screen. If I were to choose from; dancing in the sleazy discotheque in an ambience of bombastic lights to swirling on the vast ground, I would prefer to rambunctiously gyrate under the dazzling sun god; rather than consciously moving my body in the realms of nimble sophistication. If I were to choose from; residing in the grandiloquent palace to the rustic interiors of a tumbledown hut, I would prefer to live in the ramshackle barn with boisterous droplets of rain cascading freely through blatantly gaping holes; rather than having a fleet of bodyguards parading around my impoverished persona. If I were to choose from; staying secure in custody of the corrupt leaders den to flinging my life away for the sake of my country, I would prefer; to indiscriminately shed my blood on the battlefield rather than keep leading a life of opprobrious contempt. And if I were to choose from; my beloved and boundless notes of white currency, I would definitely prefer her compounded with our penurious condition
to live; rather than leading a lackluster life divested of the desire
to struggle; a life utterly bereft of the zeal to live.