Mordecai Richler, bless his literary mind and soul, said the world is irony deficient. How I wish he were still with us that I might tell him about the irony of wanting and having I see all around me in the world.
Wanting something seems to consume most human minds with all the energy it has, their focus so intense that quite often, they actually get what they wanted. Note: wanted. Because, it also seems, the instant most humans truly have whatever it is they sought, they no longer want that at all. They want something better, shinier, bigger and, in their minds, even more desirable than the last thing/person/place they desired to have in life.
Where is there any room for gratitude or “knowing a good thing when you find it” if one cannot still themselves long enough to be thankful. Heating up my life ironies to press out those wanting wrinkles in my human body mind right now.
(I know, I know, someone named Wolfe or Carlyle already said this or something very similar in a quote. But I think Maslow said it best: “”Thus man is a perpetually wanting animal.”)