An Undying Ache for Meaning

 An Undying Ache for Meaning.


I think I can fit two worlds inside of me, yet somehow I don’t seem to fit into this one. I can be almost anything you’d want me to be, but I still can’t find the connection I keep craving in anything I look at.

I feel as though I missed the point of this world. There was a time when I thought I was so close—close enough to touch it, to feel it, to be a part of it. Maybe it was unconditional love, or loyalty, found in religion, relationships, or work.

Sometimes I wonder if we missed the purpose of living altogether, or if we simply changed it into something trivial. Meanwhile, some of us are still searching for something deeper, more meaningful—something that gives you chills, an undying connection that fulfills your purpose in life. Something that lets you rest at the end of the day and say, ah yes, here I belong.

Sufis say the wound is where the light enters, and maybe it has been me all along—the reason, the flaw, the love. Maybe everything I’ve been seeking has always lived within me, and I didn’t miss any lesson in this life after all.

This reflection may sound ungrateful, or even contradictory to my religious beliefs, but it comes from a place of wanting to reconnect with my roots, cleanse my soul, explore, and simply quench my curiosity for what lies deepest within.



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