the lighthouse

I've been spending the morning finishing my last economics assignment, packing and cleaning the apartment for the move this week. And I think a lot of my recent ennui might be attributed to something surprising.

Just what happens after you've found the one thing you've been waiting for for twenty years? What happens to the seeker when the search is over? When you've been so accustomed to waiting and looking forward, what does one do with himself when the need is no longer there?

I wonder.