missingpiece

all we can do.
guess,
try,
hope.
perhaps the truth to seek is found within the realization that there is no grand epiphany, and that this is fine.
we string ourselves together it seems, finding common practices to create a happiness that to date has not been realized, only imagined. in turn we feel as though we have grown in some way. or at least moved foreward, closer to the undefined end result.
or not?