Fading Waves

Do we always search for something more?
Why do we feel trapped in our bodies, seeking more than that meets the eye?

In solitude, thoughts creep deep, trying to find meaning, understanding of the world. We spend our entire lives, everyday, trying to reveal the grandeur finale. The one thing that will finally help us see what it truly is.

I’ve been searching for meaning for years, trying to grow, and try to understand—to find myself but I fail. Trying to meet expectations, be the person others want me to be—I can’t. Stuck in my own ways, bound to the confining surreal walls that shape my mind. I want to see more—to believe more; I can’t.

I can feel the want, the yearning growing. At first I thought it was a battle of introspection—soul versus the mind. Thought it was my own limitation that I couldn’t be more. I knew there was more hidden in the depths of the labyrinth alas it was a maze I couldn’t solve.

They were locked away deeply—hidden from myself, why? I wondered. Was I not ready? When will it all finally click in place for me? I didn’t know.

Then maybe it’s not me, maybe it’s life itself playing tricks to limit myself. What did that mean? I didn’t know.

Stagnated in the world, aware of something more, unable to piece it together. Trapped in solitude, dark nights offered no solace. Stars felt distant and foreign. Stuck between the chasm of my mind and the soul that controls it.

Then where did that leave me? I did not know.

Maybe, life itself is what the revelation was all about. Maybe there is no grand reveal, maybe this is just it. Maybe the grandeur of life was the piece that we were searching for but too blind to see. Thousands of years, from the birth of first human to now.

To this moment.

To today.

People, cultures, everything alive in the universe, searching for that piece, the revelation.

Yet it never came to be, did we end up looking in the wrong way? Did we fail to see what was there right in front of us? Were we too blind by our own greed to want more that we failed to see the fragments of the moments that created the show?

Maybe it was never about searching.
Maybe it was always about accepting.

Accepting who we are. Accepting life. Accepting that we exist. A fragment of something more, connected beyond our compression, but revealed for what it is. Searching for more, yearning for more, when the reality blinded us to what we have. To life that we were brought into.

Maybe the grand reveal was just a trick, a herring to have us search for more, when the solution was there, right at birth. From the first moment.

Life. Tricked us into searching for more. Left us chasing a remnant answer we already knew…

Still we continue to search, as will I, there is more to this we all know it, but fail to accept it. The deep connection between life, what lies beyond, and us.

Shatter the reality and seek answers. Find the solution to life, the connection of the minds, the torture of the soul. Leap across the chasm, reach the end of the labyrinth, if you can…

Life was the starting point, the first act. Search for yourself beyond the stars, and the dimensions that chain us to this reality. Accept it for it is, and seek what lies beyond, maybe we can finally understand why we began here all along…

I am stuck in the path, unable to see further, no direction to move towards. Fog blinds my vision, but I am not yet lost. I am aware.

Aware of what lies beyond, although unable to voice it.
Aware of what I am, even though life binds it…