So I had a bit of epiphany and wrote a bit of an essay. I went to town yesterday and got a bit wasted. And it got me thinking, do we all sometimes look too hard for love and forget the one's that are really important to us? Anyway I wrote this. What do you guys think?
Each day we strive for acceptance, a hope that one day the lingering feeling of emptiness will be filled with a hope that within ourselves another soul will make us indestructible. But with each step we take reaching out for that goal, we lose ourselves to become envisioned without inner strength, lost on the surface from what makes us unique and different. We become absent searching for a purpose alone, benchmarking from the accomplishments and traits of others; when in fact our purpose could be achieved together. Our identities are linked and competencies are interrelated, but yet the lust to achieve our hope loses any sight that purpose once had. What’s in front of us is often what is left behind. Those who have held us strong are often forgotten in attempt to make ourselves stronger. We become blind sighted in our search for love with our ambition focused on filling the cracks on the surface while forgetting the inner puzzle which establishes our foundation. Every moment defines our reality, every scar, bruise, friend and enemy form a piece of the puzzle. Life’s puzzle surrounds itself with opportunities and connections, a connection with us and a link within each other. Forgetting the connections which bridge us together creates an unsteady foundation. Deceit and impatience discovers short term singular purpose. Maybe fulfilment and love is a process within us and within each other. Maybe to be truly happy comes from filling the connection within our own identity and understanding and sharing that past within the future of our true love.
