Euphoria and broken glass [republished]

The problem of life is, it's not all fun and games. Most of time, life is dull and boring. Yes, there is euphoria now and then - and when there is, we forget about everything and plunge into it and let ourselves go and live fast and nothing else seems to matter but the rush of the moment. But eventually it will be over. It might take some time, yes, but euphoria always ends. And when it does, what remains? What is left with us? It's just like tossing a party at home, see? Everyone shows up. Great music. Buckets of booze. Laughs. People dancing, people screwing and being screwed in the toilet or in some empty room. But once the music dies and the party is over, everyone leaves while we remain at home, alone, cleaning up the mess. Euphoria is just the same. There is the rush, the vertigo, the dizziness, the wild ride on the whirlwind. But then it is over, and once it is, we're stuck right back into the old and boring and dull life. And then what's left? I'll tell you what's left: the ruins of what we had before the hurricane and broken glass.

One might have met a lot of people during the whirlwind of euphoria, in parties, in wild nights. i don't know. But how many of those acquaintances remains? How many of them become true friends? And the ones who do, was it due to the euphoria, or did it happened after it wore out, when both found themselves walking the dull path of routine?