THE WILL TO WANT
The one thing I never wanted was the life I already had.
The one person I never wanted to be was me.
As a child, I had a vivid and dynamic fantasy life. I spent much of my time pretending. Pretending that what was happening at home wasn’t. Pretending that I was someone other than who I suspected I was. Pretending that I lived in a whole different reality than I actually did.
Many children have imaginary friends. I had an entirely imaginary reality. At the center of that reality was an imaginary me that I thought would be accepted, cared for, and loved. If I could just get the lines and the staging right. If I could just present in a way that I thought would be acceptable. If I could just keep the unwanted parts of me from being exposed.
Then I would have a life I really wanted. A self that I wanted to be.
This is where I want to tell you, readers, that as I emerged from childhood, this fantasy world fell away, and I began to live in a self and in a reality that was real and true and actual.
Wanting to tell you that would be reengaging a reality that, in fact, took decades longer to transcend.
Part of this dynamic I believe to be cultural. In this country, we seem to be prone to always longing for something we do not perceive we have. We always want a different body, personality, family, persona, financial status, etc. We seem to always want more. Never enoughism plagues us. Not enough propels our perspectives and behaviors. Not good enough. Not rich enough. Not successful enough.
I wince when I reflect upon how much of the life I had I missed by always wanting something different. By always wanting to be someone smarter, more attractive, more spiritual. I didn’t enjoy relationships because I wanted those around me to treat me better. With more respect. More love. I wanted people to treat me as if I were special because I deeply feared I was ordinary.
I deeply feared I was ordinary.
I was right.
A quantum shift occurred for me when I discovered that I was indeed ordinary. I am an ordinary man living an ordinary life doing ordinary things in my ordinary reality.
And that was an extraordinary realization.
It was extremely stressful, always wanting my life and myself to be different. While I still aspire to being more spiritually awake and actualized, I do so from a place that is mostly content with where I am today. With what I am being, doing, and expressing. Where I am living. In this body and this house. This neighborhood. This vocation. This marriage. These friends and acquaintances.
I have grown to want the life I have rather than always wanting a life I want.
I even want the aspects of my incarnation that are difficult and challenging. While I would prefer to live in a body that is not arthritic and painful, I use the experience to bless and compassion the struggle that I am having. While I would prefer my husband not to be ill and unable to live at home, I deepen into the feelings that this brings with it. I feel solidarity with the countless people in similar situations.
Wanting to be who I am and wanting to have the life I currently have has become a cherished practice for me. I cultivate it. I look around me and thank the elements of my life circumstances. I notice when I am in resistance to what currently is. When I want things to be different from what they are. When I am applying pretense to elicit a positive response.
I can honestly say that the days of fantasy and pretending are long gone for me. I have preferences, yet they rarely become demands. I admittedly have an imperfect life experience. Yet somehow it is perfect for me.
The one thing I want is the life I already have.
The one person I want to be is the person I already am.
And grateful I am. I was and am willing to want the life I have, and I do. I truly do.
A grateful me living a life I am grateful for.



