The Searcher and The Wanted

There are always two sides of rarity being, the searcher and the wanted. For some people it has never been easy to be both of them. In many cases, the main reason is the hard fluidity in their stream. Look at the people that had had a considerable worldliness in their past. People always say enough is enough, but is it tangible? Palpable? Real? Unfortunatelly, for some peoplee life is about questioning, it is not their own choice, but lined. So when it turns into their part, they cannot deny, even dodge. They can only turn the volume down, but never off.

Every cloud has a silver lining, for most of condition, but not at all. Did you ever meet someone with weight eyes. No, it is not sad, it is just loosing. They cannot even mention, even less describe. They can only walk in it. And the way of searcher and the wanted is always the same. They are spirit that has never been purified. Not because of lost, but loosing.

I met a young man before, loyal and honest. He talked no much, but everytime he said samoething, he always catched the fish. He'd never failed his baits, even it was rare. There was also a little girl. Dancing in his journey, try to pursuit its ending. But she never got it, but danced it, again and again. She never lost her faith, but she couldn't stand it as well. Most people cannot get them, and maybe they never will.

Every great person deals with their fight. Some of them are die to questioning, and never stop. But both of the searcher and the wanted, they are a fighter. And most of them, even live in the dark sides of town, they're the last survive. Period. The last.