We are all searching.
For something.
It's been a little over a week since my last sunset (power) walk by the lake. Work - and a little play - travel has kept me on the move.
I noticed two things this hot summer evening by the lake. One, the elderly couple I wrote about By the lake...wasn't there tonight; she with the red bandanna scarf in her gray hair and he sitting quietly in the passenger seat. I was a little disappointed not seeing them. The 100 degree day cast a hazy hue to the sleeping sun.
The second thing I noticed had to do with a massive cultural phenomenon only about a week or so old. Dozens of people wondered about - not running, power-walking, riding or strolling - but purposefully wondering... chasing Pokemons (Pokemen?).
If I have one strength it is a gift for noticing. And having dodged several face-down-to-phone Pokeman would-be killers in the path, I began to notice many different searches taking place. Some searched for the mythical beasts. Some searched for perfect sunset pictures. Many sought a calorie burn. A few sought the perfect wind/wave combination to catch kite-surfing air. And others some time in the presence of a special someone.
This is my point: Everyone is searching for something.
Bono crooned, "I still haven't found what I'm looking for." (If you don't get the U2 reference, I will pray for your non-80's soul.) In many ways I can relate to his sentiment. Two things strike me that I will leave you with in this short post: 1) I have to believe that joy is not so much found in the finding. There must be joy in the pursuit. And 2) Our pursuits must be worth pursuing. How sad it would be to find that for which we are searching only to discover it to be unworthy.
Search... pursue... good.
For now...
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