All of us are trying to find something. Trying to find meaning, love, contentment. Because we feel like something is missing. That’s why we keep ourselves so busy, why we kill ourselves with work, why we can’t be still.
This drive is what allows us to accomplish things. So it’s not all bad. The problem is that when we do accomplish things, we often don’t feel that much better. We look back at the road we just traveled, we look down at the mountain we just scaled, and we think to ourselves: This is it? We never seem to fill the void.
This void is similar to my current path. With the tears, the pain, the emotion, the questions and the anxiety I struggle with daily – I often wonder, when it’s all over, when this tour is done, will I appreciate the value in assisting others or will I…
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