When one sais he needs beautiful woman or delicious food, modern car or sit in the parliament, who wants it? And is that really a woman or food or car or position he wants? It"s human mind jumps like a monkey, and always wants to try smth new. Actually we seem to control it and think that our wishes are well grounded, but we should see the nature of the wish. What is that and how it comes in our head?
There"s a eternal conflict between our limited form and endless content. it reveals in us as constant vague anxiety. Besides the fact that our body has it"s own needs - it needs air, water, food, other biological stuff, which if once are not satisfied normally leads to death, - besides that we have that anxiety, that makes our living more complicated and strange. We know we want smth to drink - we are not thirsty, but our mind has invented that some cocacola or coffe or cognac will be excellent. Then you surrender you mind - drink coffe, hoping to satisfy that wish and have some peace.
But not is the case. Anxiety goes on biting us from inside. We think of some other entertainment. We go out with friends, party, we change work, place, we do extreme things.... But fulfilling wishes brings more wishes... We are loosing ourselves in fulfilling them.
We seem to want partying, but actually we need entertainment, we seem to want love, sex but actually we want to fulfill and enjoy our own desires, not to know the women or men, when we want car, we want to make our lives more efficient, but car cannot make us more intelligent and inventive, it cannot be WE; when we want power, political influence, we just are mad about ruling other people, we like to think we can act like Gods, change people"s fates. And wishing to get married is almost the same as possessing a car and wishing power. Nobody can do the things for us, nobody can think for us, act.
So, even our mind is just an instrument which not actually the "I". Our body ("Shaped of fat and flesh, filled with blood, topped by the head, covered by skin, ribbed by bones, covered with hair, containing bile and phlegm, a pitcher of faeces and urine, generated from semen and ova, and born from the womb, such is the body") during the short period of our life has to serve as our instrument but gets old from the very beginning of our living....., our wishes as well as illusions lead us to disappointment, all that passes and make us suffer and the questions is - where"s the ANANDA then????