We tell ourselves that we're just one discovery, one uncovering, one goal, one task, one accomplishment, one thing, away from happiness, from contentment, from satisfaction, from rest, from peace. But it never comes, never arrives. We never meet the need...
What is there to grasp? To what can we cling? When the only thing to grip is the emptiness, the vacuity? We hold on to the absence, the missing-ness, the unavailability. We keep a vigil for what what has passed, for what we can't repeal. For all the things we've lost. All the steps we can't retrace.