This phrase comes to me on a walk to the river. Why is it so comforting?
“My wanting has no end.”
The first thing I notice is there is no judgment attached to it. If I say it this way, “there is no end to my wanting,” I hear judgment. Judgments I have heard my whole life — “You are a bottomless pit and you are too needy.” I feel the familiar shame of my needs and wants. And almost before I feel this I feel an even more familiar litany of anger at all those who deny me. To be honest this “why haven’t you, why didn’t you?” plays in my head for a great majority of every day in a constant stream of turmoil and unrest.
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