You awaken desire by not immediately handing over the object of that desire.

I think the words of Paulo Coelho here apply to all stages of life.

Remember, wanting to have that Disco Barbie or that new model of Nintendo. You cry for weeks, imagine that toy in your hands and showing it off to your friends – and you are absolutely sure that if there is only one toy you would wish from Santa, that would be it. But nighttime comes and your dad gets home, puts you on his lap and hands that precious gift to you. Your eyes glisten with happiness and desire, you play with it the whole night, you cling to it on your bedside, you play with it the next day and the day after – but after a week? Where do you find that toy? At the corner, gathering dust by itself.

I’m not sure if it’s just me or if it happens to you too. But back when I was in grade school and high school, I would have crushes – that’s normal. I find myself looking for that person at the gym, during recess, during mass, at the canteen and write her name at the back of my notebooks doing FLAMES – (if you recall that game) – like an obsession. But when a friend tells me that my object of affection returns my obsession, I immediately lose interest.

I have a crush on you.                                                                                                                                               You ignore me for a while.                                                                                                                                       You like me back.                                                                                                                                                          I lose my interest.

Does this happen a lot?

Or probably, we constantly look for the love that we don’t have. Or admire things that aren’t ours. Or maybe, we will never be satisfied or contented with what we have.                                                     Or we cling to something that isn’t given to us.


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