That small space—between the wanting and the looking away—is where you grow up.
Maturity is not the death of desire. It is the transformation of desire from grabbing to gratitude . babyling lustery
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. That small space—between the wanting and the looking
But the eye never says enough . The scroll has no bottom. The newborn, even after being held, still reaches for the light. the cradle expands into the marketplace
Because the world will always dangle another shine. But you don’t have to stay in the cradle forever.