We want to define ourselves by the new, the clever, the attention-grabbing. Or perhaps I only speak for myself. That's embarrassing. And if it's true we want extra, different, more interesting. Why do we shy away from that realization? No doubt because we are reticent, but for reasons. I think we are reticent because the lack is too painful, the hope too sad.
But we still want the new, the wonder, the more. I think this is the longing of life. Somehow we know we are made, and made for more. Hence the endless search which only God can satisfy.
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