To be able to have the excess. The luxury of reaching and and getting what you want, when you want it, without a high cost for such things.
To control your appetites. To know what, when and how much you require. To take, use efficiently, and be willing to work for.
A quick end. Something to show off. The result. To gain the goal, even if you can’t see it yet.
A firm endpoint with specific criteria. A reachable destination. To walk a path to that end, with definite steps along the way.
An open sky. Boundless, endless, and undivided expanses of space and time. When it goes on forever, you can’t tell if you’ve moved at all.
A safety. Shelter from life’s circumstance. A warm place to which you can return, relax, and be at ease.
An ephemeral ideal. A self-created, abstract above the reach of this reality. To soar through the clouds on which you’ll never land.
A foundation. A solid form, self-sustaining independent of yourself. You can always reach for the stars, but you need somewhere to bring them back to.
Trick mirrors. A fake smile and a clouded voice. The perfect companion, until you reach out for an embrace and feel nothing but cold.