We Consume Ourselves to Death
The Self-Destructive Nature of Desire. Oh, desire, that lovely little disease we all have, like a constant itch we just can't scratch enough.
We’re all walking around with these massive, gaping holes in us, pretending that if we just fill them with stuff—money, fame, success, or even just a really good pizza—it’ll fix everything.
Spoiler alert: It won’t. It’s like trying to fill a bottomless pit with a spoon. The harder you try, the more exhausted you get, and the deeper you dig yourself into the shitstorm of your own making.
Desire’s the thing that pushes us forward, right?
It’s supposed to be the thing that makes us "better" people, gives us goals, helps us achieve "greatness." But all it really does is make us chase things we don’t need and ruin the things we already have. It's like a fool's gold factory, tricking you into believing if you just run a little faster, you'll eventually get to the treasure. But the treasure is just a pile of crap you don’t even want once you get there. It’s like buying a boat and realizing you hate the water. The boat’s fine, it’s just that your desire was completely misguided.
The more you desire, the more you destroy. It’s not about “getting what you want” or “becoming successful.” It’s about never being satisfied with what you’ve got. You keep raising the bar, keep thinking you’re going to be happy once you get there, but all you’re doing is digging a deeper hole. It’s like that little voice in your head saying, “Just a little more,” until you’re buried alive in your own nonsense.
Take relationships, for example. We want love—so we latch on to someone, thinking they’ll complete us, make us feel whole, make us feel important. But what do we get? A bigger mess. You chase this illusion of "perfect love" and end up with broken hearts and emotional wreckage, while the whole time, the thing you’re really trying to fill is that bottomless pit inside your own soul. You can’t fill it with another person. You can’t fill it with stuff, you can’t fill it with achievements. The hole is endless, and the more you try to stuff it, the more you burn out in the process.
We chase desires like rats in a maze, thinking that happiness is the cheese at the end, but the second we grab it, we find out it’s just a trap, and now we’re stuck eating our own tail in the dark. It’s an endless cycle of wanting, getting, and then realizing that the thing you wanted didn’t actually matter.
So what do you do?
You just want something else. Desire is the thing that makes us miserable, and we’re too dumb to notice until it’s way too late.
We’re all just a bunch of idiots, addicted to our own desire, chasing things that don’t matter, and in the process, we destroy everything we actually have.
Congratulations, you're living the dream. The one where you're constantly running in circles, hoping that maybe, just maybe, this time the finish line is going to make you happy.
And it won’t.