the searchers

Some people do not have to search, they find their niche early in life and rest there, seemingly contented and resigned. They do not seem to ask much of life, sometimes they do not seem to take it seriously. 

At times I envy them, but usually i do not understand them. Seldom do they understand me.
I am one of the searchers. There are, I believe, millions of us. We are not unhappy, but neither are we complete. We continue to explore life, hoping to uncover it's ultimate secret. 

We continue to explore ourselves, hoping to understand. We like to walk along the beach, we are drawn by the ocean, taken by it's power, it's unceasing motion, it's mystery and unspeakable beauty. We like forests and mountains, deserts and hidden rivers, and the lonely cities as well. Our sadness is as much a part of our lives as is our laughter. To share our sadness with one we love is perhaps as great a joy as we can know - unless it be to share our laughter. 

We searchers are ambitious for only life itself, for everything beautiful it can provide. 

Most of all we want to love and be loved.

We want to live in a relationship that will not impede our wanderings, nor prevent our search, nor lock us in orison walls; that will take us for what little we have to give. We do not want to prove ourselves to another or to compete for love. 

We are wanderers, dreamers and lovers who dare ask of life everything good and beautiful.