There I was on a beautiful Saturday afternoon driving along, when it ht me:
I don’t need anything. Spiritually or materially. Wants, yes of course. But that’s what I to drive and motivate me, the wants. The needs seems to hod me down, as if I have to do them. There’s a since of freedom in wants, sort of like walking through a buffet and choosing your vittles–being in a position of having choices instead of being forced. There’s a lightness in wants, and not a heaviness in needs.
To me, at least.
The sad part is, I’ll forget this at some point.
The great part is, I’ll remember this at some point.
But now, what do I do with the (re)discovered epiphany?