Desire

The Fire of Life

Desire and Uncertainty are the fire that keeps life burning

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I knew a man who, after his retirement said, “I’ve done everything in life I ever wanted to do,” and I knew a woman who, at 101 years old said she wasn’t ready to die because she still had so many things she wanted to do. 

I considered the man a lucky man and the woman’s situation a sad one. 

Neither the man nor the woman were doing anything particularly enviable with their lives. 

The man had a good life, a nice home, a devoted wife, children, and grandchildren.  He had traveled and had the career or his dreams.  Most days, he sat at watched TV in his recliner.  Some would say he had lived the ultimate life and was enjoying his retirement. 

The woman was a widow living alone in her home.  She had been an abusive and judgmental mother and had driven wedges in her relationships.  She was a hoarder, and her house was filled with trash and she would let no one in to visit.    

And yet … the man no longer had anything he desired, and the woman did.

Life is made up not just of what we have and what we have achieved, but of what we desire.

Peter Rollins tells a story about a compulsive gambler who died.  When he was in eternity, he found himself in a casino at the craps table.  Winning.  Every time he played, he won.  Over and over.  After some time, he began to be a bit bored with the whole thing, all the uncertainty and risk seemed to be gone and he knew he would win this time and the next.  He said to the dealer, “who knew heaven would be a craps table and I would win every single game!”  The dealer replied, “what makes you think this is heaven?”

Look at the things you don’t have, the house you don’t have, the children not yet born, the flaws in your partner and yourself as the very things that create life.  These are the things that give us something to strive for, something to look forward to.  It is desire and uncertainty that are the fire that keeps life burning. 

Desire

If I get all that I desire – what is left to live for?

If I get the thing I desire – I will just desire a new thing.

If I get all that I desire – what is left to live for?

We think that getting the object of our desires is what will make us happy, but we are mistaken.  It is the desire itself that is the stuff of life. 

Imagine if there were nothing else you wanted.  No new tastes, no new experiences, nothing to look forward to.   This is how depression feels.  There is nothing you want – you don’t want to eat, you don’t want sex, you don’t look forward to anything at all.  You have no reason to get out of bed.  No desires. 

Next time you don’t have the thing you want – the relationship, the object, the experience, the achievement know this….

The longing for it is what makes life worth living. 

It’s not a contest

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we draw up sides and choose the side that we believe to be superior. Morally, ethically, intellectually, spiritually.

When my kids were growing up, I used to say this to them over and over:

“It’s not a contest”

If they were fighting with each other, if they were upset because some kid at school had something they didn’t have, if they weren’t the most popular or the best at something:

“It’s not a contest”

I said this to them over and over because I didn’t want them to live their lives always comparing themselves to others and hoping to figure out how to feel good in contrast to what others had or were. 

But let’s be honest, it feels impossible to exorcise this particular demon.  

I mean, our very basic evolutionary impulse tells us that it absolutely IS a contest.  There are resources out there and we want to compete to get them.   And even though the resources we compete for today may not be as tangible and survival-necessary as our predecessors, we’re still the same animals and our hard-wiring tells us it’s a contest. 

We have a primal drive to have the most resources.  The most money, the nicest house, the greatest vacations, the coolest car, the most enviable life. 

I want you to want what I have.  I want you to look at my life and think, “I want what she has” 

And when we can’t compete on that level, we might swing to the opposite extreme and work to have the least.  At least we can win at being the most frugal, the most minimalistic, the most simplistic and unattached. 

It IS a contest

We have a primal drive to be the best.  The best employee, the best mother, the best student, the best looking, the strongest, the thinnest, the smartest, the funniest, the healthiest, the most successful. 

And if not the best, then certainly better….. than someone.  So, we draw up sides and choose the side that we believe to be superior.  Morally, ethically, intellectually, spiritually. 

And… this is important … we almost always choose a side on which we think we have a chance of winning the contest. IF we are not that smart, we won’t choose the intellectual side. If we are not athletic, we won’t choose the physical side. If we are not rich and have no way to expect we will ever be so, we won’t choose the money side.

It IS a contest. 

It’s exhausting. 

Try as I might to get the contest demon out of my head.  I just cannot. 

Can you?

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Spit it out

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Goals were about how strong you were and what you were able to endure rather than what you wanted and didn’t want.

When I was a little girl, I couldn't figure out how to eat meat.  I couldn't figure out how to chew and let the juice stay with the meat and swallow it while it was still moist. I would swallow the juice and just chew and chew the meat until it became dry and inedible in my mouth.  I would quietly spit it into my napkin, hoping nobody noticed.  My siblings love to tell a funny but gross story that I barely remember because I was so young.  We were on a family road trip and stopped for lunch.  I still had the bacon from breakfast in my mouth because I hadn't been able to swallow it and had nowhere in the car to spit it out.

This bacon story is a metaphor and was a foreshadowing for my life.   There are a lot of things in life that I can do if I tough it out.  There are some I can’t.  Far too often, I have held on to things way too long, rather than saying no and letting go; jobs, relationships, tasks and responsibilities.   That kind of determination has served me well in many cases and has been a disaster in others.     Being raised by a football coach, there was an emphasis on strength.  Goals were about how strong you were and what you were able to endure rather than what you wanted and didn’t want.  Admitting weakness was not done. One must never admit defeat. 

I find that even after years of trying to connect with what I want, I am often far too focused on endurance instead of desire.  Saying no and letting go usually seems to feel more like "I can't" than "I don't want to.”   So, I chew and chew and chew until things become dry and gross rather than spitting them out. 

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