still in search

 “I’m still in search for what’s meant for me. I don’t know if i’m living or just alive. I look for paradise on Earth.” – Infinite <contributor on weheartit>

I look for a lot of images and thoughts on weheartit.com.

I often find that young people have a nice knack for reminding me of several things:

–          The constant battle between hope and despair

–          We never stop growing up

–          Life is truly a journey <and rarely do we reach a real destination>

And I imagine what young people really remind me is that no matter your age … we are all kind of still searching for ‘what’s meant for me.’

I know I am.

I know most of my friends are.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I know.

We talk about what we have and ‘things we have’ and how our children are our legacy and all that stuff … but deep down … when we really talk about what we think … we all are still kind of searching.

Are we as hopeful as this tween <’look for paradise on earth>? Nope.

We have been tainted by life somewhat and have our sights on something slightly less than ‘paradise.’

I tend to believe we older folk are simply searching for something meaningful.

I imagine that is what Infinite is really talking about … but in ‘tweenese’ <they have their own language sometimes>.

But as you peruse the images and thoughts she has on her wallpaper you wander through beautiful hopeful thoughts, disturbingly despairing and hurtful thoughts, angst over self, dreams of something better … and the normal every day young challenges of boys and friends and gossip and school.

I imagine those same thoughts are a reflection of even us old folk <without the dating and school and stuff like that>.

Like it or not, young or old, Life has a tendency to never reside in answers … but in questions. In wondering about things.

Things like:

–          Where are we?

–          Where are we going?

–          Where do we want to go?

Big questions.

Questions which gobs of books tell you how to navigate and answer and resolve in your head.

Well.

Throw those stupid books away.

Whether you are 15, 35 or 55 … those questions remain with us as we run Life’s gauntlet of hope and happiness on one side and despair and disappointment on the other.

We just keep going.

Searching for whatever it is that will be ‘us’ in the end … and … well … as Infinite suggests … maybe we find whatever paradise there is.

There are no answers.

Just keep asking the questions.

Personally?

I like that thought.

Life is about asking questions.

Oh.

And paradise.

That certainly is something truly worth seeking.