We are all looking for something. The search is what keeps us going. We keep waking up every morning because how can we not? We think: this is it. This could be the day when we find It. This could be the day when all of our searching ends. It is this hopeful disillusion that subconsciously makes us smile as we drink our morning coffee, push through the crowds to work and then through the crowds on the way home.
True, sometimes we can’t help but look out at that person walking their dog or sitting on a bench along the park reading the Times as we pass them, frazzled and late to the office, and wonder, bitterly: don’t they have a job? Don’t they have somewhere to be? That must be nice, we huff, to have all that free time. But then we realize – they must have already found It.
Lucky them.
So we smile subconsciously, at the thought of our own personal searches, as the bus speeds us unsteadily across town, entirely unaware of two facts. One: that we may never really find what it is that we’re looking for. And two, (and this one is much more worrying than the first), we very well already have found it, but we’re just too stupid, too foolishly looking forward to what could be, to recognize what already is.
Luck will break your heart.
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