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Have you ever left the table neither full nor starving? A strange place to be, really. I find myself there often, caught in that delicate space between hunger and satiety. Each time I eat, it's as if I've only just begun to taste, and once I am full, I know the feeling won't last. No matter how much I take in, the hunger always returns, sharper, more demanding. But you know, strangely, I don't mind it.
It reminds me of something deeply human, maybe the memory of a garden once lost, or a glimpse of heaven denied. There's a certain beauty in this insatiability, in knowing that the more I try to silence the craving, the louder it becomes. And perhaps I don't wish to quiet it anymore. There's a part of me that recognizes this feeling, that sees it not as something to conquer, but as something to carry. We weren't meant to be complete, were we?
So, nee, my lil bro, I don't see this endless reaching as a flaw. It's not the dissatisfaction of the climb, but the acknowledgment that I will always want to climb … 1 reply
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