People are never satisfied with anything. Nothing is ever enough; just when you think that you have everything you want, a whole new desire is born deep inside you, pushing and smothering what you have to make room for a brand new blank space. There always seems to be a void that is never filled.
At night, we want it to be morning and when the sun comes up we become nostalgic for the darkness. In the winter we can’t wait for the summer to come but during the worst heatwave of August we somehow yearn for our fluffy socks, knit blankets, and hot cocoa in front of a fireplace. When we are single we dream of love and a happy relationship, even marriage, and a family, and when those things come, we look back on our carefree days and wish we could have them back, if only for a while.
We work every day, hoping to earn enough to make ends meet. Yet, it never quite seems to suffice. Our needs, and wants, grow with our paycheck. When we are in love, all we want is for our affections to be reciprocated. At some point, though, that is not enough. Our desire for the person next to us becomes insatiable and, though we’ve been perfectly happy until then, we begin to yearn for a future and what that entails.
And the examples can go on and on into eternity, filling chapter after chapter, in book after book. So, I’ll stop here.
Take it from any aspect you want; be that emotional, romantic, economic, professional, or even social. We are never completely satisfied with anything.
Sometimes this feeling of being in a constant state of want stems from the need to have what others have; or even more, than they have. It’s an inner inferiority complex that few of us may recognize in ourselves and even fewer of us will admit to having. It’s the notion that you are lacking, as a person, if you do not have what everybody else has, being at least equal with -if not better than- them.
If you ask me, it’s society’s fault.
You must be married with children by a certain age because, if you’re not, characterizations can range from vulgar to just plain insulting. It never crosses anyone’s mind you might actually like being single, or that you have the emotional maturity to recognize that you are not yet ready for the responsibility of others being dependent on you, or even that the right person to stand by you through it all has not made an appearance. Of course not.
If that’s not the case, then, naturally, you must be professionally successful, making money hand over fist. What? You’re not working at the job of your dreams, or making 6 figures a year? How is that possible? What have you been doing all your life?
And this is where you get sucked into the vortex. You begin to yearn for, and consequently, strive for, things that you don’t have, no longer satisfied with all you do.
Maybe it’s just the fact that, from where you’re standing, the unattainable seems ideal. It carries a majestic perfection that comes only with the imagination and the pretty dream of ‘how it could be if I actually had all that I long for’. Once these desires have been satisfied, though, the true picture appears. Disillusionment sweeps in and sucker-punches you. And the bitch has one hell of a right hook.
The bottom line is that, eventually, as strong-willed or as confident as you may be you fall into the trap of wanting what is thought that you are supposed to want and, apparently, don’t have.
Other times it’s not so much envy of what others own or are, as it is that you simply grow out of what you have and need something bigger, or better, or just plain different. It’s logical. The clothes you wore when you were five no longer fit you; how can the desires of five years ago, complete and worn thin, still ‘cover’ you in the same way?
I find it hard to believe that one can reach the point of not wanting more, not aspiring for more in their life, no matter their age. At least in some aspect; if not in everything.
I can understand being content with the little you may have, whether emotionally or materialistically but, deep down, content is not the emotion any of us truly desire. It’s the one we compromise for. To me it would seem that some lack ambition of a sort, not meaning that they are lazy or ignorant, just that I don’t understand what it’s like not having anything to long, and work, for. But that’s me.
I’d like to think that every person comes to point when they are content in their lives; when they are satisfied, pretty much in every aspect. I hope for it truly.
You can have anything and everything you ask for. You can have it served up to you on a silver platter, right now, this moment. But tomorrow you’ll just want more. The day after that, you’ll have other demands lined up and waiting to be put on the table. You will never cease to desire more than you have. That’s human nature, sweetheart. Don’t think that you’re immune to it.
Or, so I was once told.
What you need to realize is that it’s okay to never be completely satisfied. As long as you know how to appreciate what you have.
They say ‘the grass is always greener on the other side’. I won’t agree with that, but I will tell you that if you don’t like your garden, water it, plant flowers, take care of it; don’t just sit there staring into the neighbor’s yard. I’m sure he’s sitting there at his window, admiring your colorful, funny garden gnomes, wishing that he could get a few; even if yours are surrounded by withering shrubbery.
Just like you, he wants what he doesn’t have.