i find myself wondering if those things that used to make me happy still do. why can't i be satisfied? it's almost as if satisfaction isn't enough. if i find it, i find something else to dissatisfy myself. do humans thrive on needs? are we so used to scavenging and searching for that satisfaction that we don't know how to hold onto it when we find it? sometimes i can't tell the difference between wants and needs, between heartbreak and disappointment, between avoidance and preoccupation.