me, the addict

i'm addicted, to milo ice. very very much so.

and i was thinking, the moment we use the word 'addicted', negative images come to mind. drug addiction ... alcohol ... sex ... whatever dark and twisted. why is that so? or rather, why must it be so?

according to the dictionary, addicted simply means "devoted or given up to a practice or habit or to something psychologically or physically habit-forming".
nowhere does it connote something negative. so why is our mind conditioned to associate that word with negativity?

can't we be a 'positive' addict? a happy addict?

i'm addicted to love...chocolate...books....spreading joy perhaps? addicted to loving my family? addicted to being with people i love? friends i love? addicted to my saturday night dinners with my parents?
addicted to bright coloured items. addicted to hand made jewelry?

so you know what? it's not the word. again, it's the mind. we so let what generations of cultured perception seep in that we box ourselves, limiting everything to only what it was or could be. what a stifling and dreary view of life!

mindset guys, mindset.

we are what we think.