There is an immense difference between knowing what one likes and what one wants.
Likes do not determine wants, but wants are likes. One cannot move without wants:
the desire to return to the past stirs memories; the desire to know the future moves one too far forward.
Desire
is the root of all suffering, but when there is no desire there is no wantonness, no drive, nothing.
It plateaus and moves nowhere.
I just exists.
What do I like?
I like lots of things.
What do I want?
I want one thing.
I want to belong...
So far, I feel like I belong nowhere....
>>5/27/10
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