You get up in the morning, you carry out your chores and duties, you do 'stuff' but then, if you muse on it, you may wonder, What for? Sometimes it is not easy to believe that what you do throughout the day is all what life is about. There is an inner stirring, lurking from the recess of your deeper self that makes you never be fully satisfied or totally fulfilled. And again you ask why. You know that you behave the way you should, you don't avoid your responsibilities, you are reasonably good to others. So? Where does this feeling of having missed something come from? Where does the feeling of lacking something else come from? Can you find the answer? Can any of us?
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