A Part of Me

We’re always looking for that “thing” to make us whole. We feel that there is something missing, but we don’t know what it is. It’s just an emptiness that cannot be filled. Some of us try to find it by burying ourselves in our work and hope that it magically appears. Some fill days with so much activity that there is no time to rest. We’re frustrated because we don’t know where to turn or who can help us. We blindly stumble forward, knowing that the “hole” is always there.