More, more, more

Hey peeps,
Today has been a rather lackluster day, I worked on my jewelry project (and no it's not just frilly bead work, I worked with chemicals and a saw), and then....piddled around on the computer. It's barely 5:14 and already the sun has sunken into the sky. The trees are barely black outlines in the dark. I know it's that time of the year but I want more sun. Or really I want what the sun symbolizes which is more time. There's a hundred moments throughout the day where I want more of something. More tea, more hot water in the shower (it's been damnably cold), more warmth, more food (mmmm food), more time to procrastinate, just more. And it doesn't stop. I suppose that's how it aways is, we are beings that consistently want more. It's not enough to have a sip, to have a quick taste, no we want it all, all the time, a continuous snowball effect. I am definitely guilty of this. I want more, more time, more books, but it's not just material things. I want more common sense (gods know I could use it), more comfort, more things to love...the list keeps going. The unfortunate side effect of this wanting more, is that it's never truly satisfied. We could have the whole world in our hands and suddenly get a yearning for the moon too. I don't where this is going, so just some food for thought.