Childhood dreams … a china doll with real, black hair, a piano, a horse … desires unfulfilled … replaced by a rag doll that ended up in the lake and a harmonium I hated. Making myself indispensable at a local stable, I gained free riding time, though I never owned a horse, which made it difficult to enter the horse world.
Children’s desires are powerful motivators, though often frustrated, and sometimes for good reasons diverted towards other means of achieving the underlying need. We can’t remain in the toddler stage, and yet … something will be lost in the process.
Psychology has clever distinctions between wants and needs, which goes something like this:
Q … if you had that piano, what would it do for you?
A … I could play all the music in my head
Q … what would that do for you?
A … it would give me pleasure?
Q … what would pleasure do for you?
A … fuck off …
Sorry, my personal immature sentiment. This kind of re-framing sets out to prove that a WANT serves a deeper NEED that can be fulfilled through other means. Of course it can, and if one road is blocked the diversion and roundabouts may serve a genuine need we can’t even fathom.
Still, there is nothing more powerful than a strong desire, an object in life. It makes life worth living. An ideal is a means … thank heavens ideals change …
I always wanted to live in a house of my own design. I even saw it in a dream, made of wood and glass, in a sheltered place overlooking the ocean – a metaphor.
Designing one’s own house (or identity) often looks more like this process … a means spiced with surreal aspects of life, a tragic comedy maybe, yet also a journey where one meets friends and fun. I used this image before to illustrate a point.
I hope you bear with my quirky posts.
BTW, the wonderful Cartoon de Salvo theatre band (above) is worth looking out for.