Maybe I should have asked for less, maybe I should have ignored the bowl in me burning to be filled. Maybe I should have been content with the small sips of joy and slivers of happiness that life occasionally bestowed upon me. But how could I, when the hunger inside me grew stronger with each passing day, when the fire in my belly roared with a ravenous desire for more?

It began as a mere whisper, a gentle plea dancing on the edges of my consciousness. Oh, how innocent it seemed back then, like a delicate breeze caressing my cheek on a warm summer eve. But soon that whisper turned into a seductive chorus, a symphony of desires that rocked the very foundations of my existence.

There was a strange allure in the pursuit of more, in the relentless quest for fulfillment. It consumed me entirely, like a wildfire raging through a dense forest. And so, I embarked on a journey that took me through uncharted territories of the heart and soul.

I sought solace in the embrace of soft moonlight, as if it held the secrets to my insatiable longing. I wandered through hallowed halls of art, hoping to find the brushstrokes that could paint my life with the vibrant hues of satisfaction. But still, the bowl within me remained empty, the void unquenched.

I ventured into the depths of the sea, believing the mysteries of the ocean held the cure to my restless soul. The waves crashed against my skin, their salty embrace a bittersweet reminder of the vastness that lay beyond my reach. Yet, even the boundless expanse of the sea fell short in filling the chasm that consumed me.

In love, I thought I had finally found what I had been searching for. In the eyes of another, I believed I would find the missing pieces of my puzzle. But the heart is a fickle thing, and what I yearned for, my lover could not provide. No matter how closely we intertwined our lives, the emptiness persisted.

So, I turned to knowledge, to the pursuit of wisdom that promised to unlock the secrets of contentment. I delved into ancient texts, scouring the pages for the elixir that would quench my fiery thirst. But the more knowledge I attained, the more I realized how little I truly knew. The answers I sought were elusive, dancing just beyond my grasp.

Years turned into decades, and my journey continued unabated. I climbed the highest mountains, seeking solace in their majestic peaks, only to find that the view from the top was never as fulfilling as the climb itself. I ventured through bustling marketplaces, hoping the thrill of acquisition would be enough to satiate my craving for more. But the material possessions piled up around me, mocking the emptiness that still resided within.

And so, I sit here, penning these words, my burning bowl still unfilled. Perhaps, in the pursuit of more, I have lost sight of what truly matters. Perhaps, what I have been searching for was never meant to be found outside of myself.

Maybe, just maybe, the answer lies not in feeding the insatiable hunger within but in embracing the longing itself. Perhaps, in the acceptance of the unquenchable thirst, in the realization that it is an inherent part of my being, lies the true fulfillment I seek. For it is in the dance of desires, in the relentless pursuit of something greater, that my restless soul finds purpose.

I will ask for more, for the intangible wonders of life, for the bittersweet taste of longing. I will continue to seek, to wander, to question. And in the end, whether my bowl remains empty or overflowing, I will find solace in the eternal quest for meaning, for it is in the journey itself that the essence of life truly resides.
© Jevanjee