Oh, of course, I might be thinking of stealing someone’s things.
In this case, however, I am talking about impatience.
Wanting something that hasn’t been given.
Something isn’t coming fast enough.
I want the harvest without the growing season.
We can produce a hydroponic tomato.
It looks like a tomato.
Tastes like… Nothing.
We feel we deserve more.
We know it’s coming.
We want the profit without the accounting,
the privilege without the responsibility,
the authority without the commitment.,
the license without the wisdom,
the freedom without the participation,
The riches without the rules,
the majesty without the Ruler.
It never satisfies…
“Elizabeth: I hardly believe in ghost stories, Captain Barbossa.
Barbossa: Aye. That’s exactly what I thought when first told of the tale. Buried in the island of the dead that which cannot be found except by those who already knows where it is. Find it, we did. And there be the chest… and inside, be the gold. We took them all! Spent ’em, traded ’em and fritted ’em away, for drink and food and pleasurable company. But the more we gave them away, the more we came to realize. The drink would not satisfy, food turned to ash in our mouths, nor the company in the world would harm or slake our lust. We are cursed men, Miss Turner. Compelled by greed, we were. But now, we are consumed by it.”
–Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl