I usually ask why is it that an iota of anything [or nothing] is always missing at hand. I just can’t find all that that will satisfy my cravings for satisfaction. Too much or too small of anything has got this idiot wishing for nothing.

Truly, man has no limitation, as to what will satisfy and pacify his thirst for satisfaction, triumph and glory. A gigantic mansion, fabulous cars, Swiss bank accounts, and an awful lot of things can’t and won’t fulfill and gratify man’s cravings and aspirations. Sadly, no amount of capital and worldly goods will do him good.

So for that undying, old inquiry: Am I happy?

I am not. But I am only human, so that old song says.

I am trying. Trying as much as I can to allow joy and bliss prior to my mortality. But usually, I fail. I succumb to isolation and apathy.

I am not asking for too much of anything nor I want all for my taking. A bit of anything important will do.

Figuring out what’s missing is such a painful and traumatic thing to do. Still, I may not found solutions to my tribulations.

I had thought of giving up. To finish all that was and all that is… so that I can go on, in my own blank canvass.

Finally…

Kaput…

Finito…

What’s missing? I don’t know. Probably, you do. Looking and browsing through, you might know what I am talking about.