There is what we want, and there is what we ought to want. Guess what kind of chance the-ought-to-want has with us? Slim or fat? The-ought-to-want tags along behind us everywhere we go, hoping to be heard, seen, attended-- never giving up, never quitting. Want gets all of the attention, wields all the power, enjoys the luxury of command and control. Without knowing what to do with it, with no idea of what to want, ever. Wanting it all NOW is the best it can do. The-ought-to-want is always near at hand, but like a whisper in a hurricane, its suggestions go unheeded, its presence, ignored. It waits for us to put things in order by putting wanting in its place. Wanting cannot be allowed to direct our life, to lead us along every way. What else might guide our choices? We could live to exhibit/express/incarnate/make known our original nature and our innate virtues. We could seek out what needs what we have to offer. We could search after the life that is ours to live with our particular knacks/shtick/interests/abilities. We could attend to where we belong and what piques our interest, and what makes our little feet dance and our little heart sing... We have choices, but we don't want to make them. We have to sit ourselves down and have a talk with ourselves. Over time.