Unique places, exceptional sights. Delectable food, and new relationships. The appeal, so great, becomes a riveting temptation. Like a magnet drawn to its charm. Then, dull monotony. Not right away, of course, but over
time.
I love these new experiences. I love being a part of it. That is, until I find myself jaded. The charm turns to displeasure after awhile. No longer full of flavor, you’re left with a rather
bland dish and little aftertaste. Only can
the appetite be cured with an entirely different menu, or change of scenery
altogether.
Will I ever satisfy my appetite? I often ask myself this. I jump from one thing to the next, only to
become bored and lifeless. How far will
I have to go to find the next best thing?
Constantly yearning for more, one might call it selfishness. Maybe it’s something more discreet, or maybe
it’s something that can’t be put into exact words.
Perhaps it’s a feeling, deep down. An indefinable fear that is fed when one settles
for something less than they deserve. Or,
maybe that appetite just wants to continue to be nurtured with established
routine and contentment.
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