needy

I noticed one interesting thing about me lately. I use more and more I need than ever before. Of course, I want, I crave for, I tackle, I set my mind on things, but I mostly need. Until recently there was only place for desires and wishes, for pampering and indulging myself moments.

People say that it's important to have what you want, but it's more important to get what you need. So I guess, my speech matured itself in front of me and is pushing me to grow up. I don't complain actually, it's all good. Better than wasting my time on useless obsessions, I could focus on my needs, the real gaps that need to become full and abundant.

And I realize that I need simple things. Don't get me wrong, simple isn't easy. Simple is clean, simple is honest, simple is normal, simple is warm, simple is truly magnificent. As simple as a hug, as simple as a sunny day, as simple as a great conversation, as simple as a funny comment, as simple as a love song. And I need all that and more. Yet, all that makes me needy when my arms are cold, when the sun is grey, when I have a monologue in my head, when there's no "like" on your post and no love in the song. But needy is the adult here stating the list to survive beautifully, the adult not afraid to say out loud: I need!