searching

Searching; I feel like it’s such an easy trap to get stuck in. The search for purpose, for acceptance, for reason, for clarity, for The Answer. When did we start believing we couldn’t find those things within ourselves? When did we start believing there were parts of ourselves that were empty? Parts of ourselves that were lacking, that could only be filled by someone or something else?

Instead of reaching outward, grasping to find anything we think will satiate our longing for wholeness, why not reach inward? Into the parts that have been long buried, hushed, hidden and forgotten. Are we afraid of what we’ll find, uncover, let out after all this time being ignored? I dare you to reach into your shadows, shine light into your own caves, rediscover those lost parts of yourself that are waiting for the invitation to meet you again.

Why not choose to pull yourself out of you?