Two.

There are two kinds of wine in front of me.  

One is good for me. It is pure. 

The other is not good for me. It is impure. 

Every second, I have to choose either of the two. 

The trouble is, both look the same. 

To the world, they may even taste the same. 

The only person who can differentiate between the two is me. 

However, both are addictive. Both taste well and both help me go high. 

One boasts my ego. The other boasts my soul. 

One is expecting and counting what others did for me, how much time they give to me. 

The Other is Living above it in the state of Stillness, and of Being and of Nothingness. 

One is fear. The Other is Courage. 

One is disagreeing endlessly to prove oneself as the right one. The Other is Meaningful Silence. 

One is vulnerabilities. The Other is Struggle. 

One is avoiding. The Other is acknowledging. 

One is denying. The Other is surrendering to Him and praying. 

One is shackles of my mind, darkness of my short shortsightedness. The Other is Vision and Liberation of thought. 

One is holding things down. The Other is letting things go. 

One is illusion of completion. The Other is Completion. 

One is addiction. The Other is Nothingness. 

One is rebelling, reacting by being a victim, by imposing on others. The other is Patience and Silence. 

One is naivety of suffering. The other is Beauty of Suffering.  

One is obsession to feel happy. The Other is Joy. 

One is gathering things. The Other is giving away things. 

One is my stream of thoughts, my ego, my world of whisperers that whisper Illusions of what I am and could be. 

The Other is a Struggle against all to remain as Nothing as possible. 

There are two wines in front of me. 

I choose. I decide. Every single moment. I decide which one to have and which one to ignore. For, "any wine will get you high, judge like a King and choose the purest"