Not Wanting to Be Wanted

What a blessing to reach a point in life where you no longer desire. When you’re young, the absence of desire always seems the most horrifying possibility, the most terrifying specter beckoning you toward the future.

But it’s not any of those things. It simply is not. There is no there there. There’s no void; it’s as if nothing was ever desirable to begin with, as if you’ve never wanted to be desirable.

It’s the most freeing experience you’ll ever have, to no longer want, to no longer want to be wanted.