I don’t really. My career gives me purpose which makes it fade temporarily while I’m busy or tired… Some days I just couch rot to build up my energy to be purposeful and lessen the awareness of it. It feels like accepting it and working with it is more realistic for me.

Drugs and woodworking.

My soup only yearns for pizza, weed & wings. I order accordingly.

I try to make things when I feel a yearning or emptiness. Baking, painting, writing, anything that I can make with my hands.

And drugs of course.

I play music. I sit silently and think. I read. I watch and listen to things.

Stick some potatoes in the ground and watch them turn into more potatoes

drugs

Some days all I do is watch the sky

I’m taking a page from Buddhists by purposefully refusing to fill up that yearning. Not like I could do it anyways, I have no friends and no money and barely any family or time.

I generally attempt to create offspring and then seek a surrogate when it inevitably fails

Sometimes I open the hearts of all living things and let their true nature out

what kind of yearning are we talking about?

yearning for purpose? for love? for a certain lifestyle?

I do things that make my soul whole. Like spend time with my kids and just absolutely fuck around on a computer terminal. The soul does not need money, nor power, nor standardized progress of any kind.

Food or dopamine depending on the kind of yearning

Lots of hope honestly I suppose, still, somehow. Working on music, spacing out to music, reading, cycling, basking in the sun or staring at the clouds, watching what the animals are doing, a bit jealous of their simple life, cooking up a good meal, psychedelics (though not so much lately), weed, gratitude everyday.