All You Need is Love?

"Whatever your heart desires" she overheard a man say as she stepped out of the elevator after work that night. She didn't look around to see who had said it or to whom the words were being spoken to, she just kept moving forward. What was it that her heart desired? she wondered as she walked out the front door of the building and into the brisk twilight toward her car. In her younger years there had always been a desire for something; some certain, but unspecified thing.

Looking out into the dark, starry night as Mr. Moon started to come up over the other buildings and cast a soft champagne glow on the city, she turned the headlights on, backed up and started her trek home. There was a little twinkle here and there as the sky started turning midnight blue and enveloped her surroundings the further away from work she drove. After a day like today, a tranquil evening was definitely needed - she desired that; an evening to reflect on the days events with a nice glass of wine and a light dinner with her sweetie pies.

Why is there always too much but never enough? she wondered as her drive continued into the inky blackness. When does enough actually become enough? she thought as she looked down briefly to turn up the radio in order to drown the man's words out of her head. She needed to concentrate as she approached the last few miles toward home and mindless music might do the trick? Happiness can't actually be bought she surmised as thoughts continued to race through her brain and turned to her coworker Lucinda, or Lulu, as the girl had told everyone she liked to be called. Each and every day Lulu came into the office wearing the latest fashions and accessories. She drove a luxury car that was always shiny and clean. She was a smart gal, always did a great job, but there was something missing with her. She was definitely trying to impress everyone, that was for sure, but she never actually seemed satisfied with any of it. What was that all about?

Turning that last corner, she mused to herself as she realized that what she wanted wasn't a designer purse, a fancy house or a super speedy car. She just wanted to be loved and feel needed for who she was and as she was. All the money in the world won't buy happiness, self respect or true friends she concluded as she pulled into the driveway and finally walked in the door. As they all came racing to welcome her home with open arms, she knew this was all her heart desired. And it was good.

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