I want so much. I want to listen to music, but then I realize music is already playing. I want to eat, but I’m not really that hungry. I want to work when I’m bored, and I want to be bored when I’m working. I even want to want, I realize, when I get down to it, but only insofar as that want will soon be  satisfied. Otherwise, I don’t have the patience. I am like a child, wanting all the time. And I must learn to give.