some people do not have to search, for they find their niche early in life and rest there seemingly content and resigned at times. i envy them, but i usually do not understand them, and seldom do they understand me. i am one of the searchers. There are, i believe, millions of us. We are not at all unhappy, but neither are we content. We continue to explore life, hoping to uncover its ultimate secret. We continue to explore ourselves, hoping to understand. We like to walk along the beach, we are drawn by the ocean, taken by its power and unspeakable beauty. we like forests, mountains, deserts, hidden rivers, and lovely cities as well. our sadness is as much a part of our lives as our laughter. To share our sadness with the ones we love is perhaps as great a joy we know, unless it is to share our laughter. We searchers are ambitions for life itself and for anything beautiful and can provide. we do not want to prove ourselves to others or compete for love. This passage is for wonderers, dreamers, and lovers who dare to ask of life everything which is good and beautiful.
-Anonymous
twenty years from now you will be more disappointed in the things you didnt do than the ones that you did do. so throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbour, catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.
-Mark Twain
and finally...
I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather my sparks should burn out in a blaze than it should be stifled by dry rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow than asleep and permanent as a planet. the proper function of a man is to live, not to exist. i shall not waste my days trying to prolong them.
I shall use my time.
-Jack London
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