I wonder if we’re looking for something, searching. Not knowingly— unknowingly. The nature of a human being is always to try to find a comfort, to try to find a joy, not even knowing that’s what we are looking for. Perhaps much deeper. Looking, searching for a tranquility— a peace, yet undefined. Not an absence of war. Not a reconciliation between two people. A peace that perhaps can even play out on a battlefield. Looking for a freedom even in the middle of a prison. Looking for friendship not defined by friends, but a friendship that feels real.
