Why can’t I experience more generosity in my life. The same generosity I’ve always loved giving to others. The same generosity that has allowed me to give my last. The same generosity that has allowed me to give something, even when I had nothing. We all have desires, we’re human, and giving has always brought joy to my life. So it’s confusing why my desires are always forced into suppression.
My desires are like a group of beautiful roses, trapped inside a box that’s been buried underground. These roses are constantly searching for water, stretching their roots against the walls of the box, only to remain disappointed. Eventually they begin to shrivel, die, and then finally decay.
I’m extremely grateful for everything I have, especially knowing there’s people with much less out there. I guess I was given the role of generosity for a reason, which is ironic because I never have much to give. I just can’t wait to meet someone who loves to give away keys to a box of desires the same way I do….