The Search for Fulfillment

Now that I have reached the middle of my senior year I have come to understand that everyone has their own way of seeking fulfillment. Reading the book Siddhartha has deepened my understanding of peoples search for meaning and self- discovery. Siddhartha goes through life questioning everything, but later realizes that fulfillment cannot be found through another’s teachings. This is a lesson at our age many of us fail to realize. 

In school I work hard, in church I listen carefully, and in sports I put forth full effort. I am doing everything "right" but many times I feel like something is missing. It's like I'm running a race but never reaching the finish line. 

Does fulfillment need to be actively pursued or is it purely based on patience throughout life’s journey?

I have learned that there is a place for effort, but also a place for stillness. This semester I want to remember that while striving for my goals is important, I also need to make time for moments of stillness to reflect, listen, and be present in my journey of life with God as a Christian woman. 

Siddhartha views the world through the river, I view the world through God. The guidance the Lord provides me allows me to stay connected to him, and although there are moments when I feel disconnected, as I move forward in the journey of life I trust that through him I will find the peace and fulfillment everyone searches for. 

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