Because the world will always dangle another shine. But you don’t have to stay in the cradle forever.
The ancients called this "the lust of the eyes" — a hunger that cannot be filled because it is not a hunger for things. It is a hunger for wholeness. For assurance that we exist, that we matter, that the next glimpse will finally make us feel full. babyling lustery
To wean baby lustery is to learn to look without grasping. To see beauty without needing to own it. To notice the new phone and feel the wanting rise—and then let it pass like a cloud. To sit in the ache of incompleteness and realize: This ache is not a defect. It is the shape of being human. Because the world will always dangle another shine
Maturity is not the death of desire. It is the transformation of desire from grabbing to gratitude . It is a hunger for wholeness
As we grow, the cradle expands into the marketplace, the screen, the scroll. Every thumbnail, every ad, every filtered life is a shiny object dangled before our still-developing cortex. And we bite. Every time.