Grasp

It's the most peculiar quirks, the things that we go through in youth that stay with us for the rest of our lives. The habits we pick up formed from disobedience. One of the things  I hated most in youth was being told "No" Even as an adult, I don't take kindly to  being told that I can't have what I want. The interesting thing about being told No is the more one hears No the more they want Yes. The burning desire to have something doesn't disippate  once you are told you cannot have it only intensifies. There is something so much more attractive about the unattainable and witheld. It is even more nerve wrecking  when an individual  has the opportunity to have a taste of what they so crave, and enjoyed it so wholeheartedly only to be told they can no longer have it at a later date.  Being denied in that sense, is a special sort of suffering. It only  seems possible to lightly subdue such a terrible trial by fondly dwelling  on the last time the conveted object was in one's grasp. It is next to impossible to stop wanting something one has caught themselves salivating  over for quite some time. The more the object of desire is held away, the harder the pull towards said object can be. Unfortunately though, that is the gravitational way of human nature. We will always want. Severely. But it isn't guaranteed that we will receive. Even those who do have their way majority of the time are bound to fall in a big heaping pile  of No. And I'm sure with the roles reversed we can see that no one says No all the time either. With a happy peaceful middle  ground,  a decent balance can be preserved.