It is pretty much agreed that we live in an age of ‘instant gratification’.
We can press a button and have something delivered the next day.
We can shop on the high-street and find most things that we ‘need’. We can swipe left or right and get an instant ‘hook up’ for sex. We can buy, barter, make, steal, find most things. Yet, I wonder how much brings real deep satisfaction. All these ‘things’, this ‘stuff’, for me simply fills a hole or holes.
Holes, in my heart, my life that I feel I have. An illusion I am not ‘WHOLE’. Holes that require filling. I have a glorious apartment filled with ‘stuff’, I have visited beautiful places have delicious memories of passion filled encounters, devoured, relished and over indulged on incredible food, wine and other sensual pleasures. I run projects, I do much in my community and have a great capacity to see the big picture and create much for many. YET, there are a few things that I know I deeply, deeply desire.