Satisfied

It seems strange that we spend our whole lives searching for meaning. It is one thing to eat food and be satisfied, but it is an entirely different thing to eat, and never be satisfied. That no matter how many times we drink the same waters, our thirst is not quenched. It can only mean that there was a food which we were meant to have, and water we were meant to drink that we have not yet tasted. None of the things of earth seem to satisfy, and none of the things that we have looked for have come our way. It would seem that all things are but a shadow. Lacking sustenance, and ultimately lacking the nourishment our souls long for. It is a simple thing to live a life, with simple pleasures, but it is not what we were made for. It seems as though we spend all of our days trying to find fulfillment in this life, but it was not meant to sustain us.