I search for a past for my present. A past that allows me to be who I think is right for me to be. A past that erases my lies, my deceptions, my poorly constructed farces.
Jubbiana
A long journey, a goal in mind, bags packed, feet sore, but with trusty companions, we keep going, we know it will be worth it no matter what we meet on the way
the quest for fulfilment was too large for her to contemplate
Samantha
The quest for the ‘meaning of life’ started when she woke up one morning, and saw the birds flying in an out of the foliage of the tree by the window. She wondered what drives them to care for their young, to communicate with each other, to hunt for food.
I search for a past for my present. A past that allows me to be who I think is right for me to be. A past that erases my lies, my deceptions, my poorly constructed farces.
A long journey, a goal in mind, bags packed, feet sore, but with trusty companions, we keep going, we know it will be worth it no matter what we meet on the way
oh my goodness – I just did this – the quest to be happy felt so far away,
the quest for fulfilment was too large for her to contemplate
The quest for the ‘meaning of life’ started when she woke up one morning, and saw the birds flying in an out of the foliage of the tree by the window. She wondered what drives them to care for their young, to communicate with each other, to hunt for food.