We as humans are always on a never ending adventure to figure out what our purpose in life is,to know the truth of our existence.We ponder and question various sources and the most philosophical of us wait for a signal,an acurate meaning that will resonate with us.Finding out that such does not truely exist,some might become broken individuals,after chasing a question with no exact answer.Finding nothing to be worthwhile since nothing answers those deepest questions buried in the minds.
But why did we go on this journey in the first place.Towards what end?What epiphany did we expect to get.Usually what is seen as the end result is not as euphoric as imagined.The very “why” of our being and existence was lost in a maze of unanswerable questions.We had forgotten to look within ourselves for the inner vault of wisdom we seek.The wisdoms that no book can teach,though grows with the usefulness of information we acquire.The feeling of completeness and satisfaction no search can give is inside of us.We had thought that “the search” is what would complete all we are or everything we wanted to be,neglecting the growth of our inner self-the true essence of our being.
Sometimes we search too much.We build castles in the sky and let unicorns roam the milky way.We digest the knowledge of a thousand sages and forget our own truth.Quoting the words of a thousand philosophers yet with no philosophy of our own.Living our life according to the laws of a man,who existed in a different state of mind,in a different time and a different purpose.Our dreams,another person’s.We begin to live other people’s lives,or try to carve our destiny without knowing exactly what we want deep down.
Once you stop looking for what you want,you will find what you need-anon.
Maybe the journey isn’t so much about becoming anything.Maybe it’s about unbecoming everything that isn’t really you,so you can be who you were meant to be in the first place.