desire

And this gravity manifests not only in romantic or sexual relationships, but in every domain where desire dares to disrupt duty. A woman leaves a secure career to pursue sculpture because it makes her pulse quicken, not because it makes sense. A man moves across the world for a language he barely speaks. A reader becomes a writer because a single

Desire is fueled, to a certain degree, by the possibility of not getting what you want.

Desire, in this framework, is a liability… too wild, too messy, too inefficient. But what use is a life composed entirely of safe decisions, if none of them ever stir the soul? The tragedy of many lives is that they were never felt , not that they were too short. They were never chosen , only followed.