They say that most people are searchers, but unfortunately they don’t know what they are searching for. We search for that to be great moment, the fulfilling job, the wonderful spouse, the miracle cure, the purpose of being, and sometimes even for the meaning of the soul. Some searches end with victory at the finish line and some searches only beget more searches. Every victory and every loss, every celebration and every tear of despair, every toast and every consolation, don’t just shape our perspective on new quests, but also make up the very essence of who we are.

Sometimes the answer is as simple as three words, sometimes the answer is as complex as our dna, sometimes the answer is vague and metaphorical and sometimes it is straighter than Tell’s arrow. And in that momentary revelation, when the answer materializes itself for all but a flash, its ironic that we seldom realize that we already knew what it was all the way along. And suddenly we grow an appreciation for the question that we turned over and over in our heads, reshaped and reworded and extended  into six other sub-questions. Once again, I find myself retraining my monkey brain to stop worrying about the answers and start enjoying the journey that the question entails. But at the same time, I have of late taken to relishing the answers, waiting for them to take form, and subsequently on those rare auspicious occasions when they do reveal themselves, revel in the however brief euphoria. For after all, we are but mere mortals.

So I say cheers to those few moments in life when we find the one answer makes all those questions irrelevant, when we realize that a whole new future is about to unfold unto us, to those few moments when the most perplexing of problems disentangle into pure colors, to the times when the sense of joy is only overtaken by the desire to express it, and to those fleeting events which make us realize that we are only as happy as the people we love.