When we look for something – satisfaction, pleasure, accomplishment, love, fulfilment – are we looking for things, experiences and people who will produce that result, or are we distracted by things that look like it, like amateur prospectors taken in by pyrite. Wish I knew why?
We are all a little lost, and a little bit found …
Searching for something we’ve never had or found – believing it exists, having faith it can be found, convinced WE will find it, find ours, find our fair share and find it before someone else finds ‘our’ invention, our brain-child, our partner, our love-of-a-lifetime.
And for everyone who has lost love – there is no shortage of services out there waiting, for a fee of course, to help you find another. Which begs questions like ‘did I ever have it at all?’, or ‘did I give up looking too soon, or because I didn’t care enough?’
If you’ve lost a partner/spouse/girlfriend/boyfriend, how hard have we looked for new ones, or have you given up looking? I’ve written both sides of that story.
Perfection is nearly attainable in many things. The writer’s near-perfect line. The cook’s near-perfect sauce, the painter’s near-perfect image.
People aren’t perfect, yet we keep looking for perfection in them. We aren’t perfect, yet we keep demanding it – like invisible schoolmasters snapping pointers against desktops, whipping us into frenzied gold-star pursuits. But we can’t. We stop short. We can’t admit our shortcomings, failings and missed-out dreams in a confessional, and mostly we can’t admit them to ourselves.
If you’ve lost a job, a client, a business – what then?
Look for another, or invent something new!
Mislaid pen, or file, or dish? No need to get new ones, they turn up. We’ll laugh about stupid places we put them, left them or forgot them due to some distraction or we’ll admit our memory isn’t as good as it used to be. When we hunt mislaid keys, we find them – then stop looking. Seems silly doesn’t it, once we’ve found what we were looking for, to keep looking?
When we can’t find our prized old-sweater we search closets without success – because it is hanging out on that serpentine dry cleaners rack – found next time we pay ransom to retrieve old clothes.
Where were we looking?
Once we find one thing we are looking for, is our quest over – or is the next one just beginning?
When we lose things, how hard do we look?
written / published from Calgary, AB
morning walk with Gusta: 5C/42F, overcast and calm, we found squirrels harvesting fallen crabapples and a rabbit staying just out of Gusta’s reach – a long stroll in the quiet was more tranquil than usual, possibly because the cloud cover muffles traffic noise ...