Everyone wants something, someone, someplace, someday.
I’ve said once that
When I want someone or something
I want it like I want air to breathe
I’ve been asphyxiating for far too long
I don’t want to choke
I don’t want to claw at others and be clawed at, for wanting the same thing
Too many people want something when and because other people want it too. I won’t be one of them, I will not. My life will not be a chase for status symbols, much less about reducing relationships, success, satisfaction and joy into things to be possessed.
But can I submerge what I want, simply because someone else wants it too? Do I have that in me? No, I’m no martyr.
Can I also forget how hungry and deprived I’ve felt
When someone got something I wanted very badly
And can I enjoy what I have in the knowledge that somewhere, somehow, I’ve made a beggar out of someone?
Must it always be a race, a battle for survival?
And if so, why was I one of Darwin’s chosen ones?
I’d probably never appreciate something that I got too easily
But when it comes this difficult, will I ever be at peace to enjoy it?
There is really way too much to want
And too little to go around
Yes, everyone gets tired of waiting. I have and I won’t let myself forget that even when I get what I want. A lot of other people are still waiting.
Darwin can go to hell.