On paper, I should be happy with how things now stand in my life. I have a decent job that pays me enough to afford food, accommodation and the occasional holiday. I’m healthy and this is something I’m really thankful for. But the question “What next?” keeps popping up in my mind no sooner after I have arrived a point in my life. Why am I never satisfied with status quo? What am I on a quest to find? Adventure? Inner peace? Love? Money? Perhaps all and more.

Is this quest for more what fuels progression in the human world? For if the explorers, inventors and entrepreneurs of the world were satisfied with status quo, we would not have the modern technologies, luxuries and wealth that exist in the world today (even if these are spread unevenly).

A constant restlessness exists; the feet is itching to move and discover more things and places. Or is this simply a question of finding the right place / right job / right person to have me rooted to a place? Perhaps the answer is there is never really an end point except in death?