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~~~Concerns-4~~~

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Search begins when one feels,

Something is lacking.

When there is discontent.

And hope and fear,

Doubt or uncertainty

About the anticipated 'future',

Of the 'past' that may repeat.

And most often,

One is driven by the need of the moment.

In the direction, by habit or experience.

But for a human,

After fulfilling the bodily urges,

It is but natural to explore the unknown.

The Vast Existence, the stars and galaxies,

And Beyond.

And the death, the birth, and the life itself.

The joy of exploring the unknown,

Is itself the incentive and a reward,

Of his ventures, and adventures,

In the unknown.

But one matures and finds again,

Something is lacking.

And most often, stops the search.

For, there is left no more urge.

A few then turn within,

To look for the 'one',

Who had been busy so far,

But still remained unknown.

And what one finds out,

knows oneself alone.

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