Life is marvelous.
Life is mystery.
Life is a marvelous mystery – and it is pain.
Life is pain.
Life is lived out through laughter and through tears, through joy and through pain – yet it is saturated with more questions than answers. We spend so much time asking “Why?” We scour the heavens questioning why events turned the direction they did, why matters unfolded different from how we had hoped.
We experience highs and lows, happiness and heartache. We lose loved ones and eventually we are lost to those who love us.
There is an old saying “You can never go home again.”
It hasn’t taken me long to learn how true this statement is – For where is home but in our memories?
Looking back on life, reminiscing, digging through our memories and thinking back to what seemed like happier times – times when a loved one was still alive, times when we laughed with family and friends, times we never wanted to end.
For many, childhood memories seem the fondest. Memories of when parents were still together or still alive. Memories of when a family felt complete. These moments are what we think of as home and in our loneliness and agony we try anything to return to these places.
The memories fade and these moments can never be recreated, never relived. New memories will be made but they follow the same cycle, they too will fade with a heart wrenching desire to experience the moment just one more time, to hug someone again, to touch someones face, to see someone smile, to hear the laughter – but it’s all a puff of smoke, it’s all a dream.
Life leaves us with so many questions – so much pain. Ultimately we are but lonely individuals running through a field trying to catch the wind.
What inner longing drives us to try and relive our memories? To try and catch the wind?
There is a hole in every heart with an unquenchable hunger for completeness, an irrepressible desire for rest.
With such potent proclivity, with such mighty fervor towards returning home it leaves me to wonder if such a thing is possible?
With this never ending burden of pain and memory, with such an abounding desire to return to the places that made us most happy, most content – is there a solution?
Is there something out there in the universe that can complete us?
Is there anything that can give us rest?
Is there anyone who can bring us home?