It feels like we are always wanting.

Wanting material items,

Wanting love,

Wanting attention,

Wanting to be wanted,

It feels like we are always wanting something.

It feels like there is never a break.

There is never a time, where we are perfectly and totally,

Content.

Even in my happiest moments,

I’m wishing they would last forever.

It often makes me wonder,

As humans, can we truly feel whole?

Can we ever truly be content and satisfied with our lives,

Or will we continuously want

And try to fill the void within us?

I think about this often,

When lying awake in bed on cold and rainy nights,

And even while forming my happiest memories.

We can be so happy,

But still,

Want more.

What is it that we are looking for?

Is it possible that we ever satisfy our neverending wants?

I’ve always had a problem with Christmas for this particular reason.

Christmas morning would come along each year,

And as the anticipation would eat at me,

I would constantly feel a bit of sadness and disappointment, whilst unraveling the packages marked with my name.

They were everything I had asked for,

And I was always extremely grateful to my parents.

But still, I felt unhappy.

It’s like we think, somehow,

these things will provide us with the feeling we’ve been searching for.

Only to be disappointed,

Year after year.

So, I wonder,

Will we continue to want

And want

With no particular satisfaction in mind?

Or can we find true happiness,

Be truly content,

Truly satisfied,

Somehow?

I’d like to believe so.

Deep down I can only hope.

There’s got to be something more.

Maybe that’s me just wanting more,

Wanting meaning,

Just wanting.

I guess I can only hope.

I can only wonder.

Will we ever stop wanting?