Some desires shout.
Others whisper.
And strangely, it is often the whispers that refuse to go away.
You can get busy.
You can be practical.
You can tell yourself that what you already have is more than enough.
You can even decide that perhaps you shouldn’t want it at all.
And still, somewhere underneath all of that…
you want what you want.
There is something about a desire that remains.
Not the passing want. Not the thing that looked attractive because somebody else had it.
The one that keeps returning.
Quietly.
Year after year.
What if that desire isn’t asking you to justify it?
What if it is asking you to listen?
