Because the world will always dangle another shine. But you don’t have to stay in the cradle forever.
The ancients called this "the lust of the eyes" — a hunger that cannot be filled because it is not a hunger for things. It is a hunger for wholeness. For assurance that we exist, that we matter, that the next glimpse will finally make us feel full. babyling lustery
But the eye never says enough . The scroll has no bottom. The newborn, even after being held, still reaches for the light. Because the world will always dangle another shine
is the itch to acquire without the maturity to ask why . It’s the dopamine hit of a package on the porch, the high of a new notification, the phantom pleasure of "saving" a post we’ll never read again. It mistakes looking for loving, and wanting for having. It is a hunger for wholeness
Maturity is not the death of desire. It is the transformation of desire from grabbing to gratitude .