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When the Available Becomes Desirable

"If the desirable is not available, the available becomes desirable."

At first glance, it sounds like something you’d hear in passing — a casual truth dressed as wisdom. But sit with it long enough and it unfolds into something far more complex, a quiet philosophy of human adaptation and compromise. It speaks to how we survive the distance between what we want and what we have.

Desire and the Desirable

Desire and the desirable are often mistaken for twins, yet they live on opposite sides of the human experience.

Desire is inward — a current that flows through us. It is the ache that drives us to move, to reach, to create, to hope. Desire is not moral or logical; it simply is. It’s the spark that makes a child reach for the stars, or a thinker question what everyone else accepts.

The desirable, however, is external — something we name, shape, and assign value to. It is what society, culture, and history tell us we should want: beauty, wealth, recognition, safety, belonging. The desirable changes with time and place; it is curated and taught.

The two meet when the energy of desire finds an object to rest upon. But what happens when that object — what we call “the desirable” — is out of reach? When the world denies us what we long for, our desire doesn’t disappear. It simply finds another home.

The Transformation of Wanting

Humans are astonishingly adaptive. When the truly desirable is distant, the mind begins to negotiate with reality. We start lowering the bar — not because we have lost our dreams, but because we must live with ourselves in their absence.

We tell ourselves: this will do. The available becomes enough. Then, slowly, the enough becomes desirable.

It’s a subtle alchemy — a kind of emotional survival.
The fruit we couldn’t reach becomes unnecessary; the one already in our hands becomes sweeter.
The dream deferred becomes redefined as foolish.
The life we didn’t choose becomes the one we convince ourselves we always wanted.

It is how we stay sane in an unpredictable world.
But it is also how we forget the shape of our original longing.

Adaptation or Surrender?

Here lies the tension: adaptation keeps us alive, but surrender can keep us small.

When we make peace with what is available, we gain comfort — but sometimes at the cost of depth. We trade the sting of yearning for the calm of adjustment. Yet, if we adjust too well, we stop noticing the compromises we’ve made.

Contentment becomes indistinguishable from complacency.
Gratitude starts to sound like resignation.
We begin to call our cages “choices.”

The philosopher Albert Camus once wrote that to live is to revolt — not violently, but consciously. To keep the flame of awareness alive, even as we accept what life gives. It’s not that we must reject the available; it’s that we must remain awake enough to remember what we once desired.

Desire as Movement

Desire is not an enemy of peace; it is the rhythm that keeps life unfolding. The danger is not in wanting, but in forgetting that wanting can coexist with contentment.

Think of water — it takes the shape of its container, yet never stops being water. It adapts without losing its essence. Our desires can do the same: fluid, flexible, yet still alive.

To live well is to let the available nourish us, without allowing it to dull our sense of what is possible.

The Ethics of Choosing the Available

Sometimes the available truly deserves our love.
A quiet life instead of a glamorous one.
A small act of kindness instead of grand ambition.
These are not failures of desire; they are its evolution — when we learn to value what is real over what is imagined.

But sometimes the available only looks desirable because we have grown tired of wanting. That’s when reflection is needed — not judgment, but honesty. Are we at peace, or merely comfortable? Have we found meaning, or only safety?

The answer shifts with time, but the asking must never stop.

A Closing Reflection

Maybe this saying is not about settling, but about seeing. It reminds us that the heart is a shape-shifter, capable of finding beauty in scarcity and meaning in limitation. But it also warns us how easily we mistake proximity for worth.

The available becomes desirable not because it is better, but because it is here.
And sometimes, that nearness blinds us to the larger horizon still calling our name.

Perhaps the art of living lies in holding both truths at once — to love what is within reach, yet still honour what lies beyond it.
To sip the water we have, while still remembering the taste of the spring.

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