Offerings of delight
I picture life as a benevolent hand, offering up a tray of delicacies. Pleasures rich and rare and carefully portioned. From this
tray one must choose a few things over the span of a lifetime... and the choices must be made carefully. To want too much too soon would upset the perfect balance of this golden platter. I believe this because it has happened to me. I
have been selfish, wanting to sample each of the delights in life. A day will come, as some have already, when the pleasures will lose their flavor, their savor, little by little.
This is a scattered, exhilarating, terrifying and searching way to live. It does not bring peace. Peace comes with contentment. Now the one thing I most desire to choose is elusive, as it has only come to me after many falls. I have determined that I will continue to quietly, meekly return what remains from what was taken in moments of passion and exhilaration and self-centered indifference. The voids that remain will be a payment for not choosing in wisdom and moderation.
I now know that pleasures are meant to be transitory, temporal. Overwhelming my palette, thirsting for more than was mine... that has left me with an insatiable longing that weaves its way into my every day and robs me of delight. Each one must endure the mundane, the tragic, the confusing, the angry, and the despair to truly deserve all the good that follows.