People move with fleeting times desperately in search of meaning in one way or another. We try finding ourselves through music. We try finding ourselves in words written by others. We try finding ourselves in others. All we do is search for a part of us in everything. We are designed to keep ourselves occupied till the inevitability of life finds us. The uncertainty of it keeps us going. We try to stabilize our lives by finding constants in other living things failing to realize the ironical permanency of change. So we hold on to the short lived stability we gain in other people. Humans in general regard relations highly and evaluate themselves accordingly, intentionally or otherwise. The thing is we all are socially wired to gain acceptance and assurance of others but fail to accept our true selves hidden beneath all the social layers. We try to convey our emotions through words, music, art, gestures hoping that we connect at some intrinsic level with another being. When this does happen, we fool ourselves into labeling the relations while it slowly destroys the beauty of the connection. We are so caught up grounding the label that we lose out on the essence of the connection itself. We get lost in the process of it and only realize when it starts to fade or fall apart.
When all else fails we look up to nature for answers. Throughout the ages, nature has been seen as the epitome for seeking answers and the truth. Nature and its "essence" has been exemplified through words for years but sometimes when we reduce feelings and emotions to mere words, it fails to justify the intensity. We are all seekers and wanderers in our own constructed worlds trying to finding meaning. These thoughts dwell in the back of everyone's head at some point of time. Some choose to disregard it and go on with the flow while some choose to ponder over such matters. Some might try connecting themselves through these words like I did with someone else's words. Its a viscous cycle.
