Is this desire?
To want is to be.
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¦ππ’ πππ‘ π€βππ‘ π¦ππ’ πππ‘ πππ π¦ππ’ πππ'π‘ πππ‘ π’ππ ππ‘
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.