One Way or Another

I have searched my whole life and continue to.
For just what it is that I'm searching,  I'm not really sure I actually recall  anymore.

I vaguely remember why I started looking, but that's best I can do for now.

I might know, or not, when I find it. 

Who can tell anymore.

It wasn't a particular place or a thing.
It was bigger, and much bigger on the inside that could ever be seen from the outside.
I recall thinking that if I found it, it might be able to fill in my missing pieces.

I thought, perhaps foolishly, that I could be complete.

I can't imagine that I am searching in vain, but I also don't know where else to look.

So, perhaps it's time to stop searching so hard and start observing instead.

Perhaps that will provide the clues that will point me in the right direction.

But, again, who knows.
For now, I'm lost.

A Point in Every Direction

Circles are pointless.

The Point of No Return

When your best efforts consistantly fall short, the value of any efforts start to diminish.

The Last Shall Be First

The last thing you need.

The first thing you want.

What's Love Got to do With It?

The worst decisions with the best intentions.