Possibility

“Pleasure disappoints, possibility never. And what wine is so sparkling, what so fragrant, what so intoxicating, as possibility.”

Søren Kierkegaard

We are creatures of lack, of longing. Drawn forth by infinite possibility. Like water welling up from the depths, something in us reaches out for love, connection, sustenance, comfort, enjoyment, adventure, and belonging.

Sometimes, the pressure gets so strong that it feels like an ailment. It aches. So we try to fill the lack. We try to stuff all kinds of things into it to get it to stop.

Aha! THIS will fill it!

We get the thing. And our longing stops. But soon after, disappointment sets in. That’s when the longing springs up again. So we desperately reach for the next thing to stop the ache.

The well of longing in the center of us is endless. And it’s generative. It keeps us moving. Keeps us living. What’s possible now? And now? And now? We can’t stop it.

What if we could make peace with the longing? Maybe then it wouldn’t ache so much. If we knew the lack we feel was impossible to fill and could rather enjoy where it took us. Now. And now. And…