I would like to talk about desire, the sensation that makes one feel incomplete without knowing why. It is as if the happiness puzzle is missing a piece.

Desire drives us to look for and try to achieve our objectives but at the same time, can lead to a state of melancholy and anxiety for fear of not being able to enjoy what we aspire to.

Incomplete is a small essay on this feeling, the thirst of feeling incomplete, the amputation of the soul.