Hunting for life

You want:

Indulgence.

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.

You need:

Discipline.

To control your appetites. To know what, when and how much you require. To take, use efficiently, and be willing to work for.

You want:

Prize.

A quick end. Something to show off. The result. To gain the goal, even if you can’t see it yet.

You need:

Goal.

A firm endpoint with specific criteria. A reachable destination. To walk a path to that end, with definite steps along the way.

You want:

Freedom.

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.

You need:

Security.

A safety. Shelter from life’s circumstance. A warm place to which you can return, relax, and be at ease.

You want:

Fantasy.

An ephemeral ideal. A self-created, abstract above the reach of this reality. To soar through the clouds on which you’ll never land.

You need:

Grounding.

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.

You want:

Illusion.

Trick mirrors. A fake smile and a clouded voice. The perfect companion, until you reach out for an embrace and feel nothing but cold.

You need:

Truth.