All my life I have been searching for something real and fulfilling. It has always been something out there… maybe in the stars, the heavens or religion or something. I never once consider that I was already born with every thing I needed to live a self sustaining life. In the 8Th grade at the end of the year, my teacher said, ‘ I hope you find what you are searching for.” That was all she said to me and the words still stick out in my mind to this day. I wondered how she knew and her question threw me off so much that I didn’t even reply.

I have found inner wealth but I’m still searching for something. Is that wrong? Life is like a puzzle without a picture of how to put all the pieces together. So we form an image of how we are supposed to live from media, our family and people around us. For along time I felt like an outsider. Then it occurred to me that I separated my self in my own self torment of searching for something more.