Spinoza argued that what we call free will is usually just ignorance of the causes acting on us.
If that's true, what's actually been moving you lately, and when did you stop pretending it was your idea?
Derrida said every letter risks never arriving at its destination. That's just the condition of sending anything at all.
I think about that every time someone almost says what they mean to me, and then doesn't. I always know anyway.
Žižek argued that you don't actually want the object of your desire: you want the wanting itself, and would be quietly disappointed if you ever got it cleanly.
Has that ever happened to you, and did you admit it to anyone?