Do We Always Get What We Want?

DO WE ALWAYS GET WHAT WE WANT 1

🙂  A hasty answer to the above question would be “Of course not! We.do.not.always. get.what.we want.” For good measure, my replier might even add a “duh!” at the end of the sentence and emphasize it with a look that translates to “Are you seriously asking that question”? -if looks could be so read…

Well, for the record I’m aware/I think that we do not always get what we want, which is a good thing, or bad, depending on how you look at it, where you look at it from, and what the object of one’s want is.

So, why do I ask such a seemingly dumb question?

Because, we do some things.

Like, wait for “true love”. Forever.

So, let’s assume that love truly exists as the magical phenomena that it is often purported to be.

Now, if this is so, isn’t it unwise to assume that everyone who wanted love was going to find it? Seeing as we know that we do not always get what we want? When I hear words like “Settling”, “making do” said with a pinch of disgust, (btw, sometimes I do this), I wonder if we(i)  are(am) not getting ahead of ourselves(myself)  and being hopelessly optimistic(in a bad way).

Assuming that we are always going to get what we want is like assuming that poor people were going to cease existing, death was going to disappear, everyone who wanted to be tall would be tall, or everyone one would be exceedingly beautiful. The list goes on and on.

It is making a false assumption, that everyone was going to get everything they wanted.

It is like assuming that the world is becoming a better place. Like assuming there would be no uneven scales.

Sometimes, we have to make do. That is the hard fact of life. It is that way for some people. Some have it easy, some have it difficult, but, it is still life.

I sound pessimistic(or realistic as I would prefer to term it), I guess, but I truly get bothered when ideals we place for ourselves, causes us so much heart ache. I often feel it could be better. Life could have better quality despite what we are presented with.

I will end this with a little illustration. To buttress my point.

In a little village, there lived a princess, and two paupers; the paupers were also little girls. Same age as the princess even. Now,one pauper, of course, wanted to have what the princess had, the food, clothes, pretty hair clips etc. She wanted to be like her, and consequently got sad when she had plain food for dinner; Which was every time.

Now, the second pauper, for some reason, did not long so much after what the princess had, although she would have been overjoyed at the opportunity, if she were to have it, it didn’t cause her much worry. She accepted her place in the world, because she couldn’t change it. Needless to say, her life was happier.

Now, this post is not to disparage/discourage going after what one wants, rather it seeks to ask a question. This question: if, it is indeed wise to assume, that one was always going to get what one wanted. This thinking leads to immense dissatisfaction in spirit and a sadder life methinks. Accepting what indeed cannot be directly influenced, or changed, though it sounds hopeless, might be better in some lights.

In the ‘love’ phenomena,for instance, we cannot actually MAKE it happen. It just happens or does not…But then i wouldn’t know

 

Mourning Zambulu

Before you proceed: I wrote this a while ago. And for some reason have decided to keep it here. It is not the most coherent piece. But its life here is important for the greater good of the blog. 😀

Zambulu!

The very name inspired terror.Pity is your new name.I see the criers. The food. Your warriors. Your war prizes adorn themselves beautifully,as if for a second marriage.Your fifteen children bathe in ash and use the sack to hide their young nakedness. Oh Zambulu, they rain for you. How then can i say this thing in my mind, how can i let this evil out? No i must not. For though you are now a log of wood, with no breath or libido, though a fly with love for shit, is mightier than you now, i must not disrespect you.

Remember our first time? the stars? Oh Vicious Zambulu, cursed be you. To bring me such happiness and take it away. I thought for a moment, i had found something to live for, my personal shining moon. It dimmed, that moon, as fresher butts appeared and i took on the name ‘First wife’!. It was your lips that did it, so much joy before, then sorrow. You called me a hag, dry tree, old rag. Your gaze rested on me for as long as it takes to blink. The gaze that watered me, when it was just us. Why then shall i not be a dry tree Zambulu? Answer me! Get up from the box in which the funeral youths have placed you and answer me. Yet, i mourn you. I must not talk about the dead in this manner. I must not.

The sinful secret i bear within me is joy, Zambulu. The thorn embedded in my heart is gone. The little piece of meat between my teeth is out. The ache of losing you is gone. And now, i must gather my old loincloth, which have outlived your young muscles and supervise the burial rites. For i hear the little dame who still carries your baby insisting “We must not start without First wife”. Rest Zambulu.

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An Introduction To This Madness.

You know that eureka moment you get? Perhaps after a particularly good meal, or an outing with friends, or a meeting with a stranger, or after seeing a movie, or after reading a book, or after a fight? Well, I had one such not long ago. It led to a major decision.

😐

No. I haven’t decided to get married and have 3 children. I haven’t decided to become a priest either. I wish it was something as fancy as deciding to go back to school for a major in law but nah.

I have decided to start writing again.

Apart from the fact that there is nothing particularly spectacular about this, there are a few things to note.

For a long time, I have struggled to write with direction as people usually do. By “direction”, I mean, have a particular theme or genre that is focused on.There is no need to mention that I have failed at this times without number.

It was an unending debate of what to focus on, as there were too many ways I wanted to write. And I wanted to have it all on one platform. The problem with this is I wanted people to know what to expect when they visited my blog.

Otherwise it would be something like :

Visit Blog Day 1 morning: See Fiction

Visit Blog Day 1 evening : See Technology piece

Visit Blog Day 2: See Philosophical musings 

Visit Blog Day 3 morning: See Documentary on wildlife.

Visit Blog Day 3 evening: See Diary

Lol. 😀 See what i mean?

Anyways, i have recently decided that first I must write. Regardless of how disjoint everything seems.

One day perhaps, I shall be able to make sense of it all. Or see the pattern.

For now, let us make do with categories and tags shall we? 🙂

Hi, I’m Lynda.