I’ve always been searching for something, for what I’m not entirely sure – I don’t think I’ve ever really known. None the less, I’m filled with a need to keep on looking. I feel as if I can’t stop trying to find whatever it is I know I’m missing. Piece by piece the puzzle is coming together, am I any wiser? Hard to tell, I’ll leave that for others to decicde. Do I feel as if I’ve gained anything? Am I closer to finding the answers I’m looking for? Well, it’s not impossible, I could be – again, it’s hard to know for sure.
On the other hand, life seems to be like that. What a man can know is limited by what he believes is possible, limited by the bounderies he imparts on his reality. Note that I’m not talking about the laws of physics or the like, it is not that kind of reality I’m talking about here. I’m talking about the reality of life, the life you build for yourself.
Life is building a house, labouring brick by brick, building without a blueprint. There is no blueprint for the future. We can only build in ways we believe to be right. That’s the beauty of reality – limitless.