We have the ability to control all aspects of our lives through the power of our minds. We can make choices and follow paths that will ultimately lead us into destiny. We are always the captain. Our reality is a product of our own creation. In the end we have no one but ourselves to blame when we don’t get or have the things we desire.
Desire is a very strange thing. When you want something so bad as to covet it constantly you can feel as if you are under the influence of a very powerful drug and indeed you are. The drug is lust. Lust can make things seem glossy and shiny when in fact they are just as matte and dull and everything else.
I stared at that cookie day in and day out. Looking at it, I saw it as soft and chewy and scrumptious, indeed something that I desired for myself. I imagined that the cookie would be soft to the touch and yielding to my fingertips.
I stared at that cookie with desire. Day in and day out. That cookie became the object of my obsession (affection) for two solid weeks. I stared at it so hard and so much that I think the power of my mind actually moved the cookie. That cookie slid all by itself from my desk onto the floor. I gasped as I watched but in the back of my mind I saw it coming. I leaned over to look at the cookie on the floor expecting to see it still intact, it’s softness protecting it from too much damage. The cookie was broken in quite a few pieces. I poked my finger at it. I guess the cookie wasn’t what I thought it was after all. Maybe in my mind I built the cookie up to be my ideal. In reality the cookie was only a romanticized fantasy of my ideal and not the real thing.
This is the last time I will ever talk about the cookie.
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