Why are we so hungry all the time?
Why are we hard coded for never enough, never satiated? Is it evolutionary? Survival? So we constantly have something to live for?
Is that when we start to die, when the hunger disappears?
When we do these hikes, and I turn back to look, for one luxurious moment, the same thought runs through me… Why is this limited, luxurious to me? Why can’t we just sit here all day, between surviving? Instead of making money to make more money to have more money to work harder?
Even after two straight years of swearing it will be different, why is it still like this?
I suppose I could counter my questions with another one…
What would life be like without curiosity or stimulation or tension or diversity or possibility?
And is the whole trick trying to balance two?