I have climbed highest mountains
I have run through the fields
Only to be with you
I have run
I have crawled
I have scaled these city walls
Only to be with youBut I still haven’t found what I’m looking for
I have kissed honey lips
Felt the healing in her fingertips
It burned like a fire
This burning desireI have spoke with the tongue of angels
I have held the hand of a devil
It was warm in the night
I was cold as a stoneBut I still haven’t found what I’m looking for
I believe in the Kingdom Come
Then all the colors will bleed into one
But yes I’m still runningYou broke the bonds
And you loosed the chains
Carried the cross
Of my shame
You know I believe it
But I still haven’t found what I’m looking for
~U2 – “I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For”
I really like that song.
Life is absolutely fascinating. Some people believe in “destiny” and “fate” and things like that. Some people believe that we’re all just here floating around in the cosmic mess and if we find something that makes us relatively happy then we’ve done pretty good.
But there’s gotta be something in between!
Recently my grandparents have been getting all their affairs in order, one primary order of business being the workshop and garage… a place completely full of tools. There are so many tools! And they’re so random, some tools are intended to fix other tools.
But cleaning all this up is intimidating. Some of the tools might just be collected into a single box – a hundred socket wrench pieces in a single coffee can or a whole toolbox of nothing but crescent wrenches.
And this is the way I see life… and all our “meaning of life” things by which we try to label it.
I see life like a huge box of tools – mostly crescent wrenches and socket sets – all strewn in a box. There are hundreds of different sizes and then there are metric and imperial and hex and… thousands of possible combination.
So why do we run around freaking out about “What will I do?” or “Who will I marry?” or “Where am I gonna live?” or even “Where will I go to college?” or… you get the idea.
With life being a random box of random tools, you’re just the bolt: you’re just trying to find the perfect tool for the job. Is it a 9mm or 11mm or a 5/8ths or a 3/4? I don’t think anybody but the master craftsman can truly get it right every single time. For all the rest of us… we do our best.
Life, its all about trial and error. Pick one up, if it doesn’t fit, then put it back in the box and try with another. Some people luck out and get it the first time. There are no cosmic mistakes to be made from simply trying.
After all, life would be no life at all if you just close the box, giving up because there are too many options.
Wanna see if I’ve found what I’m looking for?
You’ll have to stay tuned…
-Noah D.
