A lot of us are like that. We search all our lives, looking for. . . for. . . for something. There is an unfullfilledness, and empty space within. And we know, or at least we think we know, that the void can be healed.
It is not always thus. Sometimes we are fine, We are whole, complete. All is well. But then the restlessness begins, and once again, we are in a familiar place, looking for something we know not what. We almost remember it. At the edge of our mind is an image that disappears when we look at it.
Maybe what we are looking for is not really what is important. Maybe we are looking in the wrong places. Maybe we have a preconceived idea of what it is, but the reality is quite different. And maybe, just maybe, what is really important is the search.