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.