no cure

there is no cure to this. at the end of each day, no matter how occupied i have made myself, the same longing invades my heart and steals my senses. i believe that it means something if you wake up and go to bed with the same desire everyday. it is about chasing after what is destined. it is the alchemist's calling. no matter where you go - you are free to go - but you always go back to where the treasure already is. there is only one thing almost as important as yourself and all the bloodrelated matters - the bud of the bud of the tree called life. beneath it all, the seed of that something that makes the world goes around.