longing.

i come back to this word in my life on a pretty cyclical basis. longing. the very word sends chills into my heart as i think that if i am longing, i am not complete. 

maybe that is just it. we are not complete. in tim burton's edward scissorhands, one of the characters sees the horrifying scissorhands of edward and is aghast as Edward simply looks at them with longing and says, "i'm not finished." it is totally awesome that we aren't finished. if we did not have the process of longing for change in our lives, i think that the world would be a boring, drained place. in longing though, there is this fire. this unconsummable fire that blazes in a person to know something more. maybe something beyond themselves. or perhaps it is something that they desire from others. or maybe it is beyond both of those categories and allows our intellect to be freed to enjoy the contemplation of God, who is altogether more than we could ever handle. 

my constant journey falls to this same point. if i am longing, it is going to be fulfilled. unfortunately, i seem to find "less wild lovers" as Curtis says, instead of finding a way that my soul can be satisfied. on the contrary, there is the word that i love to think about more than longing. satisfied. even when i say, i almost have an implicit smile knowing that there is an incredible completion that comes when i am satisfied. again, this desire is not just with food, love, or occupation. longing and satisfaction ensue our coattails and cause us to consider the facts. we aren't finished. but we can be. and maybe partial satisfaction will enjoin your life today, but if not, there is always tomorrow. 

onward to journeys with more longing and onward still unto satisfaction. 

- peaks out.