Like the hungry caterpillar, I'm a sort of an insatiable person.
In every sense of the word.
My appetite for life, for laughter, for love, for lust, it's impossible to satisfy. There's always something more out there that I'm hungry to try. An unquenchable thirst for all of the taste and flavours that this world has to offer.
And my insatiable nature enables me to experience some weird and wonderful places and situations.
I take risks that many people would think are stupid or reckless, simply because I want to seize the moment and take in everything that the world has to offer. I travel places and meet people that spark joy and wonder, that broaden my mind and open up new possibilities. I fall in love with people who set my soul on fire make me believe in a world I never thought was possible.
And I don't care too much about what others think at the time, because it feels right for me.
But as fun and exciting as it is to be insatiable, there are some pretty significant limitations.
We've all heard the saying "the grass isn't always greener on the other side", but when you're always hungry for more, the grass is a veritable rainbow of colour, and it stretches as far as the eye can see.
However, that sometimes means I don't appreciate what I have in that moment, because I'm too focused on what's next, or what else, or something more. And that can be pretty damning.
When it's a new destination, or travel location, or hobby, flitting around with fleeting fancy isn't too harmful. After all, you can always jump back to something you've done before if you preferred it. But when it's friendships, romance, or something more serious, being insatiable can be a problem.
Don't get me wrong, it always starts out great.
The excitement, intensity and chemistry of something new... Whether it's the insatiable lust, longing and desire of new love, or the insatiable bonding of new friendships through shared laughter and new experiences, or even the insatiable need to prove oneself and succeed in a new job.
At the start, being insatiable is amazing. But all too soon, the novelty begins to fade, and I find myself wondering "what's next?" or "what else?". I get restless, my attention wains and I'm hungry for something new.
But, like the hungry caterpillar, one day I'm doing to take on too much, and my insatiable desire for getting the very most out of life is going to become a hardship.
I'm going to get a very serious stomach-ache.
When that day comes, will I be self-aware enough to recognise it?
Will I appreciate what I have in the moment, and finally feel full?
To find myself a nice leaf, settle somewhere I can feel safe and calm and happy, and then transform into a new chapter of my life, as a new version of myself?
I hope so.
Because as much as I love being a hungry caterpillar, I can't wait to become a beautiful butterfly.
And I can't wait to meet the person, place or thing that makes me stop in my tracks and know in my heart that this is exactly and perfectly what I needed, to be who I am truly meant to be.
Thanks for reading, over and out...
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