goodluck حــظ ســيدة: What we really want?

Last year, I hear often about a lady that has a lot of money because she has a lot of houses “to let”. And their rent is too high!

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One day, I met the lady and after a short talking about her life she start talking about one of her houses and its problems. And suddenly, she turned to me and she confessed: “Hey girl, do you really want to now what I want? What I really want? The only thing I need is a cushion on the floor and a little personal time every day. Just a little time”.

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And then, I remembered what a Greek singer said to me, during an interview: “You can never know what really one person wants. What you see it is not necessarily what his soul wants”.

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And then, inevitably, I made myself the same question: “What you really want, Farah? What you really need from your life?”

As it is natural, my acquisitive, greedy nature started to count. I want this… and this… and this…

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No way. What I really want is

safety,

love

and happiness.

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Yes, no everything is OK. Yes I really want to be safe, in love and to be happy.

Of course I need money. Life is based on money. But, money, money, money, no thanks.

As much as your money increase, your addiction to them increases too. And you forget your dream and become a slave of your pocket.

Have you ever think that you don’t have enough clothes when you are in love? No you walk in the streets, you see the windows and you feel completed, satisfied. You need nothing.

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When you put in order your priorities and you start to fulfill your desires, easily or not, you feel an enormous happiness. Yes, this is what I try to say.

Of course we need money, car, house, clothes, luxury, travels, but the problem is why?

To make our heart feel complete and happy or to fill the gaps of our life?

When I am sad, I go shopping. Shopping therapy (the Psychology agrees with this. The justification is official). But after two hours, the gap is still here (and this time is double, because except of your heart, your purse is empty too).

I am alone, I go out every night and I return home in the morning because I don’t want to think. Or I stay at work until late. I don’t want to admit that no one waits for me home (not even a cat or a dog) or I don’t have a personal and social life and I call my misery “career”.

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So, it is not what I really want…

What is that we really want and how many of us, we have the courage to admit it?

Not many, this is the problem. We try to make cover the real problem, “we gild the pill” and we try to find justifications even for ourselves. It is very hard to admit that our life is empty or it doesn’t go as we wish. As we had designed it. As we had dreamed it.

Life is not a dream, is not a page of an illustrated magazine, not a television advertise. It is difficult, hard and unfair.

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It is in our hand what we shall do to make it better or at least tolerable. It is in our hand to think and using the experience of the age to direct it as we want.

So, for me, this lady had found the meaning of her life.

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Yes, I want to be healthy (my family and my friends too). A job that permits me to keep my dignity, the safety of my house when I return, a plate of food, a place on the floor to sit and lay my back on the sofa, my books, my vacation travel once (or two if it’s possible) in the year, the ability to continue my studies every year and all my friends and family around me. I want a house full of life!