The fact that we long for more than we have says some things about us. The intensity with which we long for it, this says some things too.
Not of all of the things that our longing says are things to be proud of. There is the implication that we’re spoiled and whiney, for example.
But there is something else about the fact that we have this belief that things are not the way that they were meant to be. And while this maybe isn’t something to be proud of, it certainly isn’t something to be ashamed of, either.
We have this feeling that we were made for something more! Have you ever stopped and thought about that? On the whole, I’m skeptical of blindly following feelings wherever they may take us. That’s not what I’m advocating here.
I’m not saying that the fact of our longing must mean we have a right to more. I’m wondering why we feel this way at all. When we watch the news and watch the terrible unfairness, the rampant unjustness. When we end a long, thankless day, so very bone-weary, but so far from soul satisfied. When we do the right thing, and then get burned for it.
We know it’s not supposed to be that way.
On the other hand, there are times when everything just falls into place. Some times it’s not something we even can put words to, or explain why. Often times we chase after recreating these times, losing track of the fact that the spontaneity is what made it so amazing in the first place.
We get this sense, some times, that this is how things are supposed to be.
This is different than greed, entitlement, and materialism. When life is not good, it is like water. And when it at it’s best, it is like wine.