On the verge of ruin, that is just how I predict the lives of my three male friends would be. They quited their jobs because they are bored, and they wanted to allocate more time on their new-found love—motocross. For a mellow, melancholic essay writers like me, being into such sport is a dreadful activity. Not that I do not know anything about the sport; I have read articles, research paper, and the like about different extreme sports as I have been assigned to write about these last year. I also have cousins who have quitted the sport after being addicted to it for years. What I often hear from them is that nothing compares to the blood rush and natural high that the activity brings. They said that they feel like they are in another world, and they definitely feel they are in control. So, I guess, this has something to do with power as well. Do you know how much those bikes and sports gears cost? I think I could buy another house if I compute all those that they spent for motocross—what a waste.
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