Human wants...


Wanting something is a hint of one's perception of lacking it. One never wants something one has in abundance already. Wanting works in a funny way. We all want something most of the time and we spend our lifetimes longing for one thing or another.In short we spend all our live wanting...

Wanting still isn't a recognized habit.Its thought of as a normal characteristic of human beings. Ironically not recognizing it as much as the needs, we overlook the natural human drive for living life and repress it. May be because not recognizing human wants one seems to shadow the inequality and the constrains faced by the unprivileged.
 
I don't know if it makes any sense but human achievements and drive towards excellence aren't just fulfilled by keeping most of the human population to needs-fulfillment and the privileged to wants..And allowing others to venture in a maze where in the end they'd be blessed by *branded wants*. Ironically for most of us it is the privileged class who still decide what we should desire or not...Human beings aren't equal. Aren't born equally. Humans are different; at-least on Earth they are.
 
Nowadays I question my wants; how will this help me? How can I achieve it without going through extra middle class strain or what will I do with it in long-term? Is it really me whose wanting it or just my newly fashioned consumerism? One may also question if this is more restricting in itself. Well for me, It's a prep of mind and my conscious effort self awareness (carries class-gender awareness)
 
We all have different mechanism of questioning ourselves. I think as one grows from procurement of needs to want, one starts questioning less and consuming illogically,drunk and deluded in ecstasy.That is the difference between a  smart entrepreneurs and beloved old Mughals..That is the difference between our rich and the cores & that is how we all differ too.

(Forgive me for thinking out loud)
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  1. Thinking is a hard work, you are doing so well. Keep it up

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