Mmmmm......New, and I love it.

Sometimes you just wake up one night. You just wake up.

You look around to find yourself in a very familiar, yet slightly unfamiliar place. You ask yourself a lot of questions like, "Where am I? Who made that?" Lights, grass, and hand prints painted purple on to the cement.

You can run, jump, play. Move. Good. What else can you do? Are there others? What are they like and what can they do?

For a long time you are just looking, trying, watching. Unbiased; just observing and testing. Sooner or later you come to certain conclusions about things, but still always learning. Then the most important question comes up: What is my role here? What am I "supposed" to do?

Why do we ask that? For some reason, we fill drawn to a purpose. We have some sense of destiny that goes beyond the fear of survival. Wonder. Mystery. Like we are trying to find something, and oh, the thrill of discovery! What's making that noise in the bushes? What are those bright lights in the night sky? What are they like? What's their purpose? There's that "p" word again.

I'm yearning but I don't know why. But what I yearn for has to make sense or else it won't satisfy. Logic and reason are important to the discovering process, but even logic becomes tiresome. I want truth, but it has to be beyond me. As soon as I awoken to this world, I knew at least one of my roles was to be a learner and a seeker. Something in me just wants to watch and find, and I cannot stop this process. It would kill me. I wont become so wrapped up in busy work that I stop watching. I wont let myself die like that. So what I yearn for cannot run out or be completely attained. There must always be more.

I can't be alone either. I need someone leading me on, standing beside me, and watching my back. It's an unsure, lonely, and dangerous world I've awoken to. I need somebody.

So this is my quest. This is the journey that I call my life. Wait! Actually I forgot something.

Morality. Good and evil/right and wrong is an intrinsic concept. This is not something I'm learning about but is already inside of me. I am learning however to live by the rules of this concept though. It is surprisingly hard to do right and good all the time. I want to do what I ought not to do, but I also don't. Like there is a war inside me, two dogs fighting over the same bone. How interesting? I wonder what that's all about?

So THIS is my quest. THIS is the journey that I call my life. And it will never end, even when I die. No, I will just start a new journey.

I will just wake up one night. Just wake up.