I
am one of the searchers. There are, I believe, millions of us. We are not
unhappy, but neither are we really 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, its unceasing motion, its mystery and unspeakable beauty. We like
forests and mountains, deserts and hidden rivers, and the lonely cities as
well. Our sadness is as much a part of our lives as is our laughter. To share
our sadness with one we love is perhaps as great a joy as we can know - unless
it be to share our laughter.
We searchers are ambitious only for life itself, for everything beautiful it
can provide. Most of all we love and want to be loved. We want to live in a
relationship that will not impede our wandering, nor prevent our search, nor
lock us in prison walls; that will take us for what little we have to give. We
do not want to prove ourselves to another or compete for love
For
wanderers, dreamers, and lovers, for lonely men and women who dare to ask of
life everything good and beautiful. It is for those who are too gentle to live
among wolves.