Is this desire?

To want is to be.

Is this desire?

In the age of algorithms and AI minds, it is easy to want nothing more than what you are told.

There's a childhood rhyme my daughter's dance teacher likes to recite:

π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ 𝑔𝑒𝑑 π‘€β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ 𝑔𝑒𝑑 π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘‘π‘œπ‘›'𝑑 𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑒𝑝𝑠𝑒𝑑

I hate it. And that's the feed.

Owning my desire preserves my humanity.

Desire is propulsive. To want something confers an identity; to pursue a want makes you a certain person through the journeys it inspires.

That might be desire for a person, or to be a person; for a place, an outcome, an object, a state of being.

It doesn't matter.

To want defines us. To desire, even in a way that is non-attached, is to be a resolutely three-dimensional human, to become a protagonist in your own story.

To hand over the engine of your wants to another, or a machine, is a sin, it's chaotic free will.

To be desireless is to relinquish your right, and in that passivity, die a little.