I have been thinking a lot about wanting. About what it means to be desirous as humans.
It is damn hard to acknowledge (or even identify) our realest, deepest, most hungered for desires.
To want, is to be vulnerable. It’s risky. We don’t want to open ourselves up to the hurt that allowing our wanting might bring.
Because, what if we don’t get it? What if we lose it? What might that mean about us? What if our wants are bigger than our lives can hold?Read More