The Pretty Ones
First we want to catch a fish. Next we want a lot of fish. Then we want to land the fish. Though our brains understand when the Buddha teaches that desire is the root of suffering, none of our hearts are immune to the angler’s progression. The wisest among us, given the gifts of time and sated appetites, may move beyond it to an idealized space of simple pleasures, but we will each travel the road marked “better” all the same. And no matter how far we go, we will return.
Because, God willing, there will always be the pretty ones. Maybe for you it’s the big ones, the rare ones, or the new ones. But whatever your personal flavor of weakness, it’s lurking around the next bend, waiting to steal your breath, stop your heart and hijack your desire.
Maybe there’s satisfaction in the next life. Until then, I’ll keep doing the best I can in this one… and maybe take just a few more casts while I’m here.