We Hunt Because We Want…



…the next great love, great accomplishment, great sale, great job, great find, great bargain, great novel…

Is it endless? Only in our imaginations if we’ve loved one person well, accomplished a simple task, found and bought that something that made us smile, worked as unto ourselves while serving another, unearthed a treasure worthy of dusting for ages, and created what arose in our heart.

And then we imagine again. A loftier love, even if with the same person. New treasures, buried dreams, and we climb again.

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