I am longing.
The life of a human at times seems like one vast ocean of longing. We need, we desire, we want. Longing saturates our day and makes us wonder what we’re missing.
We try and fill the ocean with tiny pebbles. Like my kids on the beach, watching the waves advance and recede, hearing the screaming birds overhead, we shout our longing into the wind.
We ink it on our skin. We bathe in it and massage it deep into our muscles. We try and suck it in when people are watching, making jokes about it over coffee or margaritas.
Identifying this longing and the satiation thereof is one of our missions as humans. We think we’ve found it in a new obsession: an object to be cared for, a new baby, an attractive political platform.
And the silence of the frozen ocean deafens us in its stillness.
What are you longing for?