"I am one of the searchers.
There are, I believe, millions of us. We are not unhappy, but neither
are we really content. We continue to explore life, hoping to uncover
its ultimate secret. We continue to explore ourselves, hoping to
understand. We like to walk along the beach; we are drawn by the ocean,
taken by its power, its unceasing motion, its mystery and unspeakable
beauty. We like forests and mountains, deserts and hidden rivers, and
the lonely cities as well. Our sadness is as much a part of our lives as
is our laughter. To share our sadness with one we love is perhaps as
great a joy as we can know – unless it be to share our laughter.
We searchers are ambitious only for life itself, for everything
beautiful it can provide. Most of all we love and want to be loved. We
want to live in a relationship that will not impede our wandering, nor
prevent our search, nor lock us in prison walls; that will take us for
what little we have to give. We do not want to prove ourselves to
another or compete for love.
For wanderers, dreamers, and lovers, for lonely men and women who
dare to ask of life everything good and beautiful. It is for those who
are too gentle to live among wolves."