Desire
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If There Is Something To Desire
- by Vera Pavlova (translated from Russian)
If there is something to desire,
there will be something to regret.
If there is something to regret,
there will be something to recall.
If there is something to recall,
there was nothing to regret.
If there was nothing to regret,
there was nothing to desire.
-->>
The above poem makes me think of the chicken and the egg scenario for some reason. So, what she is saying is that... a desire is not a desire?? But to me, desires are very real. I think we all have many desires or wants or needs in life. I equate all three since they are separated by a fine line.
We are sometimes taught (often by ourselves) not to desire or to "expect" certain things in life because all of us have been burnt one time or another wanting something. It is a case of lowered expectations due to the fact that we don't believe or try not to believe that what we want possibly exists out there and is possibly attainable. We usually stow our desire aside or suppress them and settle for less to spare ourselves of the heartbreak or the regret. But, then again, the keywords are "possibly attainable".
I am increasingly torn between keeping that desire or settling for "less". I put "less" in quotes because viewing "less" in a different light, using lowered expectations, "less" can be "more". "More" is in quotes too because "more" is only apparently "more" due to lowered expectations. Another chicken and the egg kinda feel here... sucks.
I guess what I'm trying to get at is... when do we let go of our desires in life? When do we say to ourselves that what we desire is not attainable... well, at least not by ourselves?
I've chosen most of my life to not settle and to keep that fire in my belly to continue to make that desire a reality, but that fire needs fuel desperately. Being 31 and questioning where have I taken my life in the past decade is not an easy one to answer. In short, I've done well... in long, I've been a failure. In great details, I've been a good person. In a glance, I'm no one special. How do you evaluate your life? What is the measure?
We can all conclude that life is not a walk on the beach. Or is it?
Story in Sand
Sandy shores
We call home
Grows and wanes
On its own
Walk with me
Along the shore
Setting footprints
One step more
The trail left
Is steady and sure
With each wave
Prints no more
The sand holds
A story each day
Gone by morning
Washed away
What difference
Does it make?
Another set foot
At day break
Nothing grows
In barren sand
Like in life
Where I am
Looking back on
The trail of life
Not much good
Just plain strife
-- Sparkyx, 3:24pm, 11/12/2007
If There Is Something To Desire
- by Vera Pavlova (translated from Russian)
If there is something to desire,
there will be something to regret.
If there is something to regret,
there will be something to recall.
If there is something to recall,
there was nothing to regret.
If there was nothing to regret,
there was nothing to desire.
-->>
The above poem makes me think of the chicken and the egg scenario for some reason. So, what she is saying is that... a desire is not a desire?? But to me, desires are very real. I think we all have many desires or wants or needs in life. I equate all three since they are separated by a fine line.
We are sometimes taught (often by ourselves) not to desire or to "expect" certain things in life because all of us have been burnt one time or another wanting something. It is a case of lowered expectations due to the fact that we don't believe or try not to believe that what we want possibly exists out there and is possibly attainable. We usually stow our desire aside or suppress them and settle for less to spare ourselves of the heartbreak or the regret. But, then again, the keywords are "possibly attainable".
I am increasingly torn between keeping that desire or settling for "less". I put "less" in quotes because viewing "less" in a different light, using lowered expectations, "less" can be "more". "More" is in quotes too because "more" is only apparently "more" due to lowered expectations. Another chicken and the egg kinda feel here... sucks.
I guess what I'm trying to get at is... when do we let go of our desires in life? When do we say to ourselves that what we desire is not attainable... well, at least not by ourselves?
I've chosen most of my life to not settle and to keep that fire in my belly to continue to make that desire a reality, but that fire needs fuel desperately. Being 31 and questioning where have I taken my life in the past decade is not an easy one to answer. In short, I've done well... in long, I've been a failure. In great details, I've been a good person. In a glance, I'm no one special. How do you evaluate your life? What is the measure?
We can all conclude that life is not a walk on the beach. Or is it?
Story in Sand
Sandy shores
We call home
Grows and wanes
On its own
Walk with me
Along the shore
Setting footprints
One step more
The trail left
Is steady and sure
With each wave
Prints no more
The sand holds
A story each day
Gone by morning
Washed away
What difference
Does it make?
Another set foot
At day break
Nothing grows
In barren sand
Like in life
Where I am
Looking back on
The trail of life
Not much good
Just plain strife
-- Sparkyx, 3:24pm, 11/12/2007
posted by Sparky X | 12:23 PM
2 Comments:
It's like you can read my mind or something Sparky. This is the second post in a row that you wrote something that tucks right at my heart. Guess that means I am not alone in feeling this way.
Hi Miaka... good thing that I'm not really a psycho... uh... psychic... otherwise, I would be reading everybody's dirty thoughts and posting them online! LOL..!
Yea... Miaka, you are not alone in feeling this way. Let's hope that the fire in our bellies keep on burning for good reason.
But... I can't denial the fact that sometimes it just seems easier to give in.
31 years of it... there has to be some wear and tear along the way...
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