It's been my experience that longing can be a pleasure in and of itself. It does not have to be satisfied. Maybe it can't be truly satisfied. That intense desire to reach out and touch that which I find beautiful, precious, sweet makes me feel alive. I feel dead on the inside when I'm depressed, and depression can be described as the absense of desire. So I appreciate the longing, even if I can't have what I want. And I appreciate the objects of my desires. Just knowing that these sweet and beutiful creatures are out there, and that I may catch a glimpse of them from time to time... I want to keep going because of them. I want to remain in this world because they are in it.
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