I feel strongly that I have spent the majority of my 30 years chasing something that I am not sure exists. I have done and tried everything it seems to try and fill a void for contentment in my life. I woke up recently to find that after quite some time now in a fog of pretense, I still have not found it. I have traveled through religion, self-discovery, education, relationships, friendships, lots of reading, lots of self-improvement books and activities. They say that we should not be searching for someone to complete us. You know, in a mate or something. I feel that as far as I can remember, I have had a dream that has yet to be fulfilled. Am I truly so selfish that I cannot, or will not settle for the perfect dream that I have created, or does it merely not exist and I need to lower my standards?
Questions come and go, yet I have not found any answers. Of course I am a package deal and I do not come w/o what I lovingly refer to as a "U-Haul" full of baggage. Maybe that's it, I just don't know. I believe that I am a loving, kind and beautiful person who has a heart of gold and a sincere desire for good. I have worked many years to try and "correct" my dysfunction so that I may be more of a catch, so to speak. But short of putting an ad in the paper w/ my requests, I don't know what to do.
I have found myself in a dead-sprint toward happiness but have been mislead by a mirage. Now that I have made this discovery, I am lost and very alone. I have also left some people in my wake, one in particular. The thought of losing this person entirely makes it difficult to breathe, but the thought of never getting my heart's desire is heart-stopping. So I have chosen to try and move on with labored breathing and hopefully preserve my heart for what I truly desire. Someone please shed some light here for me? Maybe my perspective is way off and I need to readjust, maybe I CAN find what I am looking for, or maybe I just need to be alone and content w/ that. If so, I have a lot of grieving to do.