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Skarekrow I can identify to a surprising degree.
I feel like I NEED a purpose.
Yes, I am a Father…and a lover, and any other list of titles that I have given myself or other’s have given me.
And I am thankful for all those opportunities…God I have done so much with my life….seen some shit that people don’t normally see or get to do.
So is this just me being a whiny brat, wanting more?
I AM happy with what I have in my life.
Yet….I feel that there is a huge gaping hole that has always been there that can never be filled…not with love, or knowledge, or sex, or drugs, or anger, it just is.
It is.
It is the absence of personal fulfillment.
It cannot be filled with anything…not with spirituality, not with quantum physics, not with God…actually, I don’t think we can purposefully fill it at all.
It’s quite all by accidental stumbling through the labyrinth of life that we find things that seem to fit the absence…and some almost fit perfectly…but that one is meant to fit someone else, not you.
So do you go forth and just keep going through the motions in perpetual insanity waiting and wishing for something to change?
Or do we idly sit and ponder the existence of the absence and try to make reason of the unreasonable?
*Sigh*
I feel surrounded by beauty and love and hopefulness and yet…this wanting never stops.
I feel I will become Captain Ahab…my ship dashed to bits…my crew dead and gone…and I will never reach that crux where it is me vs my great white whale….just that I will drift endlessly on uncharted seas…always.