The Longing
More
I need more
Not more stuff
More Connection, meaning,
The longing
So deep it’s painful
Should I ignore it
Or press into it
Cover it up
Or let it show?
So hard not to shove it away altogether
Give it up, block it
When it seems so impossible
To see it fulfilled
Am I too idealistic?
Chasing after childish fantasies
But those I admire most
Are those who have been through great trials,
Yet have a childlike hope, faith intact,
A heart not hardened but soft, still
Despite the assaults upon it
But what exactly is this longing?
Is it something we all know?
Longing for peace, unity, joy, connection
The longing to see people come together
No one left out or left behind
The longing to be a part of something good
Longing to have people to dream with
Longing to make a difference
Is this longing, expressed in idealistic passions
Completely out of place, irrelevant?
No, it’s the stuff of a life lived to the full
I’d rather accept a crumb of it for my daily bread
Than pretend it doesn’t exist
And slowly starve
Maybe the problem with our world is not that the longing is obsolete
But that too many of us numb it
Maybe it’s not just wishful thinking, childish idealism but
Maybe it’s true courage,
the fuel of steadfast hope
To know that in this world
The longing cannot ever be perfectly fulfilled
But to chase it anyway
Can I be content with small glimpses of heaven?
Yes, and no
Can I get by with a mere whiff of the way things were meant to be?
The moment I think I’ve pinned it down
It turns sour
The moment I think I’ve grasped it
It evaporates, nothing more than an elusive vapor
It seems we can only observe the shadow
Perhaps the real thing is too much for us to behold
But If I’m not open to finding it, I won’t see it at all
Triggers point to something missing,
What is naivety?
That in my naivety I thought I was the only one,
I thought I was somehow more deprived
Irreparably wounded, beyond repair
Now I realise we all are wounded
All differently but somehow the same
Is to realise this to despair?
For we are all doomed?
No, to realise this is to find great comfort
Because I am not the only one
Love your deep thoughts Jane.
profound and insightful!