I used to think that I knew what I wanted.
Or at least I used to pretend that I did.
That was at least until I was offered what I wanted, and when I got it,
I no longer wanted it. I wanted something more.
What was that exactly? I’m still unsure.
All I know was that it wasn’t what I had.
Through the gratification of having my desires filled, my boxes checked;
I began to wonder what it would be like to have more.
Selfishly, I began lingering in the dream world of the future, of what I could have.
I forgot to look at all that I had already achieved.
And by losing that grasp of my gratitude, I lost all that I had gained.
So there I began again, revitalized in my desires,
angst in my actions and thought in each step.
One, two.. feet forward.
Here we begin again.