round ball of clay

I have traveled through this life, constantly questioning myself, including others, preferences, likes, dislikes and my purpose. What is my purpose in this life, will I ever mysteriously come across an answer? Or should I continue to live without an answer? My curiosity is my most precious gift. It’s like an aching desire to seek the unanswered and have a less foggy understanding of things but that’s not always mean’t to be. My life is all so much like a round ball of clay that hasn’t been molded yet. It has become clear to me, as I get older that it will not be as molded as i’d like and that’s ok. It’s ok to feel unanswered because life is full of mystery and thats the beauty of it.