We are born. If we are lucky, or
some would say,
“Blessed,” we live until we reach seventy or
maybe eighty years of age. And, we die. In between these
events, most of us need more than we get from others. Interest.
Understanding. Kindness. Loyalty. And much more. Most of the time,
we accept the limits of their interest, understanding, kindness,
loyalty, and much more, knowing that all of these things are trapped in
the minds, hearts, and life spans of those from whom we need so much.
They get tired and can’t play with us. They get hungry and irritated
with us. They go to work and abandon us.
Or, sometimes, they
just disappear from our lives. They leave us, causing us to wonder
whether they will ever be with us again or whether they are alive. They
cause us to ache for their presence, to give us at least a mere nod to
our existence or maybe a word that tells us that we truly matter to
someone. What’s worse, they stir doubt within us about whether we are
worth the care we want. And, maybe, they cause us to look for them,
knowing that we may never find them, let alone get the precious gifts of
love for which we desperately long. They force us to make decisions
about their worth to us, to tell ourselves with finality that their
lives have ended, even when we know that they live
breathe without us, as if they lived in an
Naturally, the meaning of life’s QUEST is different for
each one of us. QUEST—will confirm for each of us
who reads it the
significance of the quest in all of our
quest for meaningful relationships. QUEST
reminds us of an inconvenient truth, the obligation to reckon with life
as it is, when meaningful relationships evade our grasp.