Maturity is not the death of desire. It is the transformation of desire from grabbing to gratitude .
The ancients called this "the lust of the eyes" — a hunger that cannot be filled because it is not a hunger for things. It is a hunger for wholeness. For assurance that we exist, that we matter, that the next glimpse will finally make us feel full. babyling lustery
That small space—between the wanting and the looking away—is where you grow up. Maturity is not the death of desire