How much time do I spend wanting instead of living? I have spent hours stretching into days, weeks, and months of wanting. Meanwhile, life passes by unnoticed.
Of recent note, I want a tiny house, a Sprinter van, or any place to call my own. But I also want to travel. And I want to change my habits and the habits of everyone around me. I want things to be other than the way they are. The wanting is endless.
All of this wanting is nothing but suffering, an itch that can never be scratched. I want to learn a better way. I want to know the suffering that is my endless stream of wants, and see it for what it truly is: the impossible quest to swim against the current of constant change that is life.
Based on a journal entry from 4.17.16