I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For
I found an old passport yesterday. My very first one issued when I was 17. I used it to go to Germany to study. As I flipped through the pages and reminisced about all the great times I had there I noticed the page with my arrival stamp at JFK when I returned for good. Right next to it was a stamp from my trip to Italy less than a month prior. I was struck by how those two side by side illustrate the pattern I’ve followed for my life since then. Always leaving a good life for something unknown. I want so badly to tell that girl to stay! You get to go to Italy for crying out loud! But I know I’d be doing her a disservice because she would miss all the places and beautiful people I’ve met in all my moves in my search for something I don’t know how to define.
To quote the greatest band in the universe, I still haven't found what I'm looking for.
Perhaps I never will.
Maybe that's ok.