{picture taken by yours truly, edited in Picnik}
If love is all we need, then why are we constantly searching for more of something else?
I find myself always looking for something. A really good book. A new pair of jeans. A new restaurant to try. A new city to explore. I want more. I feel like I'll never be satisfied with what I have, where I'm going, and what I'm doing.
I took the last few days off while my cousin was in town. No work, no nonprofit stuff, no mind-drifting. I was consumed in wine, cheese, conversations, laughter, taking pictures and walking. Lots and lots of walking. We had a Girls Night, toured our Nation's Capital, and shared stimulating conversations with the boy over delicious beers. As wonderful as the weekend was though, I wasn't completely satisfied. (TWSS) Something was missing. Something just didn't feel right. I wanted more, but I didn't know what of.
Why is it, when our lives are filled with so many wonderful things - like a good job, great friends, passion, and laughter - are we always looking for something else? Are we ever satisfied?
