“I hope you find what you’re looking for.” That’s what I was told several weeks ago while having brunch.
“I hope you find what you’re looking for.”
The sentiment keeps ringing in my ears, calling to my deeper instincts. It’s three parts:
- A wish for something, such as a favorable outcome.
- An acknowledgment of longing, of something that is missing.
- The promise of a search.
It’s my belief that we’re all looking for something. The ones who can put a name to it are more likely to find it. Yet, sometimes, a name isn’t to be had. If only a name was known, then the quest would be easy.
It’s not always easy. And it’s not always fruitful. But it’s always important.