Thought
The perfect instrument
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You are a leaf on the wind, carried by a force you did not create.
Your desires arise from a hidden spring within you.
Can you choose the dreams that visit in your sleep? No more can you select the longings of your waking heart.
You may pursue what desires call you or choose to turn away from them. But that call itself, its origin lies beyond your grasp.
Believing you choose your desires is like thinking you command the sun to rise. Both shine from depths you cannot touch.
Your wants reveal your nature. Listen to them, but know that you are the instrument, not the musician.