Desire, a masked angel!

Everything we do is surrounded by the need to have something or want something. It’s an illness, an incurable disease! I call it a disease, but this disease brings along an excitement, and its cousin pleasure. That’s what sets it apart from a need, or a necessity. There is no excitement in wanting water, or to breathe. But, there’s elation when our heart desires something or someone. The sense of longing, the unending craving to want that one thing or one person, sets you on a flurry, a sweet sweet flurry.

It’s all a little confusing isn't it? Great scholars and Great people of religious morale tell us to give up desires, and find inner peace. I disagree. What is life really without a pinch of excitement? I will find peace when I’m dead. I’m alive now, not to find peace and give up the worldly pleasures, but to relish them while I can.  Why postpone our desires in the name of higher ideal?

Desires our born of raw emotions, it is the product of a sense of lack or wanting. But, there’s nothing wrong with wanting a little more. It keeps you alive. There would not be great men in this world, if there was no desire in them; desire to do something great, desire to be powerful, desire to find love.

Desire is not a bad thing in and of itself; it is a strong and powerful force breeding within humans. It is the human appetite for a given object of attention.  It’s the lubricant to our lives.

To someone who believes in nothing I say; “To desire for something or someone gives you a reason to stay alive. If you stop wanting, you stop living.”