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None of us ever get to be who we wanted to be. Be honest. You wanted a beach house in the Caymans, a truckload of money in the bank, a record deal and an Oscar. You wanted to be a guru or a rock star, and if you are a guru or a rock star, you wanted to be an average somebody with a mortgage and a couple of dogs and a kitchen pristine as a snowflake where dinners seem to make themselves. It's the nature of desire -- it leads to suffering, and to more want. Should you not desire, or should you learn to love desire for what it is? What's the best part, the having or the wanting?

Either way, you get this, as little or as much as it is. It's like showing up to a banquet late and realizing that all you get is the last piece of fruit. It's a plum, so dark it's almost black, cool and round in your hand. "Is this really all I get?" you wonder. And then you bite into it, and it tastes so, so sweet.