Here is one thing I know we search for.
We keep dreaming and hoping and believing that we'll find out who we are before we die.
But as time seems to speed by, and we grow older, the search becomes more panicked, more frenetic, more hasty.
We are driven to look, to seek, to desire something more. We may not be sure what it is we are looking, but don't be fooled, that doesn't stop us from constantly seeking, not knowing peace.
It is until we lay down the search, until we submit to the inevitable, until we stop trying and start believing, until we start believing, we will unsatisfied, unsure of who we are, and consistently trying to make out of ourselves, even though we may be enough.
Truer words were never spoken...
All of You is more than enough for all of me
For every thirst and every need
You satisfy me with Your love
And all I have in You is more than enough.