What I want, doesn’t exist.

What I want, is a political party with social inclusiveness and compassion, and fiscal responsibility. The Blue Dog Democrats are close. But they aren’t a political party. What I want, doesn’t exist.

What I want, is a worship community with the mysticism, tradition, and scholarly leadership. The Rite 1 Episcopalian service comes close. But it isn’t a denomination. What I want, doesn’t exist.

What I want, is a home that’s close to the heart of my industry, close to my favorite vacation spots, and close to my extended family. What I want, doesn’t exist.

I’ll bet you have a few things in your life that aren’t the way you’d really like them to be, either.

That’s okay. Periodic critical analysis is healthy — it keeps you open to change and new possibilities. But as a friend said today, if you’re spending the whole time deciding whether you like something, listening to your private critical voice-over, you’re missing the point entirely.

The Rolling Stones had the famous song in 1969 with the same title as this blog. But I prefer Baloo’s 1967 song in The Jungle Book. Remember this?

And don’t spend your time lookin’ around
For something you want, that can’t be found.
When you find out you can live without it
And go along not thinkin’ about it —
I’ll tell you something true —

The bare necessities of life will come to you
(They’ll come to me?!)
They’ll come to you.