Desire

Here I am, wanting what I don't have... Why do we want things in the first place? We desire to possess, use, adore, and even control things as if they will somehow benefit us. We are very needy beings, we humans. Why must we feel this constant yearning for completion--for empowerment? Must we always strive to be better? Is it such a bad thing to be last? Is it such a good thing to be first? It seems that the majority of these avidities are not for our true personal ambitions. We see the good that will come from what we procure not from our own eyes, but from the eyes that judge us; whether they be those of our peers, our parents, our gods, society as a whole; anyone and ultimately everyone! All for the sake of reputation? Of status? Of approval? Wouldst one unconditionally sacrifice individuality for acceptance among others? And it all comes to this... The end.