Society has a way of making us feel like we are never enough, always chasing, always reaching. Even in love, rarely do we hear, “A partner to love for a lifetime, to walk beside, to grow with… is enough.” Entitlement—those with much still hunger for more. The everyday miracles and blessings taken for granted as demands and “dealbreakers”.
When choosing human beings, with breath and life, we seek reflections of ourselves and our own desires rather than souls who speak to our own. We prize chemistry over character, illusion over intimacy, then resent precarious outcomes. We covet at the expense of our deepest needs, which remain unknown, untouched, for lack of exploration. We are conditioned to be transactional, trading even our basic needs.
It is often the unspoken expectations, the quiet weight of presumption, that unravel us. It is those curious enough to feel the water’s temperature who seem to drown in its shallowness. We live by habit rather than meaning, prewriting our own lives in the spirit of idolatry, instead of living them. But gratitude—gratitude softens even grief, making the insufferable bearable, and the fleeting, infinite.
Beautiful ❤️