One of the things I used to like about Saturdays
was being able to take a nice nap in the afternoon,
after all the required chores were finally completed.
Since I retired from my busy career, I can now
nap any time, but oddly enough, it seems I rarely do.
It’s not unlike being surrounded by delicious food,
yet not having much of an appetite anymore.
There is a chronic human dilemma which begins
when we finally get the toys we’ve yearned for,
the very ones that we were so sure we wanted,
only to find that we quickly lose interest in them,
and so off they go to the closet, taking their place
alongside all the previously discarded candidates.
We may still imagine that there is some other toy,
an ultimate one, that will satisfy our longing,
yet it always turns out the same.
Many of us don’t even know what we really want.
We feel some sense of desire, then seek to discover
an object or experience that will justify the pursuit.
Maybe a better job, or car, or house, or mate –
perhaps something like that would qualify.
Maybe more money, food, or sex
will do the trick, or perhaps the right guru,
sect, cause or politician will be just what we need.
Some say it’s really just about the journey,
not the destination, but do we ever for a moment
stop to examine why we even started out searching
in the beginning, before we took our first step?
Then again, maybe that sort of questioning
requires too much effort — it’s wearying
to self-inspect our primal motives —
so instead let’s take that nap.