All Eyes on Me

I think that I understand something of this very well. To me, wanting nothing at all is boredom, wanting things that depend heavily upon the (inconvenient) compliance of other (beloved) individuals is pathetic (I can get very vicious with myself about this one), wanting to be something that I am not is anywhere from motivating to infuriating, and wanting little moments of happiness for myself (and for others around me) is a part of what makes life worth living, as it were. (Of course, i am leaving out that kind of wanting nothing which is not boredom but rather something like love requited, or serenity, or death).