We’re all uncomfortable with where we are. We’re always struggling to find something new, something better, something bigger. Even our skin couldn’t stay the same for long. Sometimes it’s too dark or it’s too tight.
Wish Chuck could ring me a bell once, just like how he used to ring my nights every once or so three years ago. Reading his books in a frenzied, manic feeling, it brought sense into a young soul which is about to see a new world. The feeling urged me to write. And then so came dozens of afterthoughts that would bring forth something fresh, something new, yet abstract- a flavor not anyone could swallow.
But if one understands, one might know. Millions have searched and have not found. It is the holy grail of personal issues. The Excalibur of fighting our inner demons. The Darth Vader we fear to accept.