I am not someone who desires a multitude of material objects to find joy or fulfillment. I am not a gifts person, as it were. Quality time and words of affirmation are my native tongue. Things, whether they be physical objects or only the perceived value that we hand over to them, hold seductive power nonetheless. We desire what we can't have. We desire to be like God.
My job is to embed the notion that life without 'x' is not as valuable as it is with it. Living could be so much more if you only had more. This is a lie. Well, not always, but often. More of what you could ask? More water is probably necessary for all of us. Too much water is deadly. Food is nice. Diamonds, too. Luxury sneakers, always. Where to put them all, though?
This is true of things and the value we give to them. Objects, not unlike the golden calf fashioned at the base of Sinai, beg for our worship: our time, our resources, our love. The internet age is one that supports this incessant hungering, fueling our addiction to 'stuff.'
Even now, at 11:47 pm, writing this, aiming to find more and more words to fill the page. How many words are enough? I set the limit to 200 only to make the deadline, but here I am, pining for more to fill the barrenness in the constant emptiness below. Am I contributing to the endless cycle of consumption? For others, or myself? Only God can satiate this gnawing appetite.