Many times as I have looked over my past I found that I was searching. Not even quite sure of what it was that I wanted or needed, but knowing that I didn’t have it.
Almost feeling a sort of emptiness, but not sure where the source was. The more that I write and get to know “me” better the more those feelings subside. I find that as I living in the moment I can be more relaxed and present.
I search for new things now. I search for ways to make my heart sing. I search for making others smile or to lighten the load of a friend. I find that now at the ripe old age of 46 I long for different things than when I was in my 20’s. I search for remembrances and memories. I write and remember.
Since my heart is satisfied and loved, I no longer have to search for filling it up.
What do you find yourself searching for? What does it take to make you truly happy? Have you found your passion yet? Seek the answers within the privacy of your journal…