Incomplete

 

"Something has to be incomplete in our life to make us understand life."

Avijeet Das

Perhaps it was in grade school that I attached shame to the sense of being incomplete whether it was a homework assignment or lack in abilities. For as long as I can remember, my need to seek answers prevailed. I was self-driven to dig deeper in hopes of discovering what was beneath discomfort. To be incomplete was reason to seek.

 

To want more was not about riches or fame, but a drive to acquire knowledge. An end of result statement caused curiosity about the layers leading to it.  Questioning seemed to be the way I navigated through life, and continue to do so. This deep dive is not about judgment, but an attempt to understand diversity, attraction, and dreams  come true.

For strong connection, I delve into the makings of life experience not for comparison, but for appreciation for the journey. The endurance of the human spirit while seeking meaning kindles passion in my soul. If I maintained an essence of completion, it is doubtful that I would experience the depth of  joy created by insight, perceptions, and awareness.