My relationship to food is that of an acrophobe to a bridge. Unease masks a desire to jump.
I've always had this unresolved desire to prove that I could get a Ph.D., or contribute something else to the world.
I get very unsettled by the mess of Christmas. I find the decorations a little bit hard, as my desire for everything to match is never fully satisfied.
I'm not like some other writers: I have no actual urgent need or desire to add to what's written. You write it; if you're lucky, it's performed, and that's the end of the whole thing.
Vertigo is the conflict between the fear of falling and the desire to fall.
Indeed, many immigrants do not even desire U.S. citizenship, preferring a work visa that would allow them to work seasonally and to legally cross the border into their home country as needed.
One wants to entertain the audience till the end. Sometimes, the desire is never-dying, as ANR garu once said. The caveat is that one has to be watchful of public reception.
A lot of people produce podcasts in which they simply ramble on for hours about themselves and their lives. There is something very poignant about the volume of human desire to be heard out there in the Wild West of podcasts.
