Thursday, May 06, 2004
Sometimes there is just too much going on to write about. Especially when most of it is internal activity. What you think. What you feel. The transition of perspective and belief.
I want…
It changes every week. I want to be a rockstar. I want to be super-mom. I want to be famous. I want to be rich. I want to sleep. I want world peace. I want to run away. I want to be happy. I want simplicity. I want to sit quietly. I want to party. I want love. I want to be alone. I want everything. I don’t want anything. We never want the same thing, but we always want the same things.
We are nothing if not creatures of extreme habit. It makes us comfortable. Consistency. Then, some of us consistently want change, maybe because change has become a habit. However, we still crave consistency, and so we are never truly comfortable with the changes. Yet, we don’t know how to change.
I ask myself daily, what do I want? The answer is always changing.
I want…
It changes every week. I want to be a rockstar. I want to be super-mom. I want to be famous. I want to be rich. I want to sleep. I want world peace. I want to run away. I want to be happy. I want simplicity. I want to sit quietly. I want to party. I want love. I want to be alone. I want everything. I don’t want anything. We never want the same thing, but we always want the same things.
We are nothing if not creatures of extreme habit. It makes us comfortable. Consistency. Then, some of us consistently want change, maybe because change has become a habit. However, we still crave consistency, and so we are never truly comfortable with the changes. Yet, we don’t know how to change.
I ask myself daily, what do I want? The answer is always changing.
