I search for meaning,
but all I find are questions.
I search for peace,
but all I find is noise.
Maybe the answers don’t matter.
Maybe the search does.
So I keep searching,
through the haze,
through the noise,
wondering if I’ll ever find what I’m looking for—
or if it even matters.
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