The best feeling ever. The only feeling.
I could never really grasp the idea of being satisfied. I often think to myself,
“What do I want from life?” and my only conclusion is that I want to continue wanting something. Today needs are invented, manufactured to create desire for all the useless products there are to sell. Is that what I need? A car that can go from
zero to sixty faster than I will ever have the need to? That new
lip gloss that will plump up my lips, even though I’m the only one who will notice the difference? A shirt that shows just enough
cleavage to get past the
dress code, that will have all the boys in class tripping over their own jaws, even though I’m not attracted to any of them? Even the things I truly desire, how will I feel when I attain them? Satisfied?