Want” what you “want.”
Here is your permission slip. Your ode. Your nudge. Your sign.
Sometimes there is no reason or rhyme. It just is
The call to go inward. To travel. To eat a croissant on the streets of Paris or to dive into the warm ocean of the Mediterranean.
You don’t know why you want these things- you just know that you do.
You don’t choose them, so much as they choose you.
They beckon softly, almost imperceptibly at first. It’s a feeling, or rather the essence of one. A gentle nudge, pull, flip of delight, a something that says… come closer. Come near.
It can’t be ignored. It can’t be negotiated. It just is.
So “want” what you goddamn “want.”