"We go out into the world in search of our dreams and ideals.Often we store away in some inaccessible place what is already there within reach of our hands."
(Maktub)
I don't think I can hope to add much to this. I saw this quote and it felt like someone kicked me in the stomach it rang so true. How often do we search for that which we already have? Why is the distant so more appealing than the close? Why does everything have to be a process of discovering rather than simply realizing we have it here, right now? What do we give up in search of our dreams? Who do these dreams belong to anyway? I also dont know who I would be without these dreams. The search consumes me and if I woke up one morning content I would feel empty. Is that insane? I think it is possible to be happy without being content, or maybe again I am struggling with content versus complacent, I can't distingush the two and perhaps therein lies the problem.
