I Can't Get No

Also, I’ve been thinking – I think this quite often, though. We’re all seeking something else. I hope none of us is ever satisfied, cause there’d be no reason to live – or it’d at least be real boring. This dissatisfaction in whatever degree I feel it will always be part of me. I think the happiest person is not one who finds what he/she is looking for, but one who accepts the search as being as valuable (if not more valuable) than the goal. I accept this restlessness in this moment as the end all be all of life, including everything else in this moment, even – especially – the aspects of living I’m not aware of. Rainer Maria Rilke said ‘live the questions. Treasure them like a locked door or an unopened book. Eventually, one day, you may live your way into an answer.’ Or something like that. And hey, I’d be fine if I never find an answer.

Doesn’t mean I won’t stop agonizing over finding it though. That’s part of the beauty – all the agony.

I seem to go in cycles, one point of the circle being despair over never finding the answer, and the opposite point being acceptance of the questions.