“It is true that I am old,” said Govinda, “but I have still not stopped seeking. I will never stop seeking–this seems to be my nature. You, too, as it seems to me, have also been a seeker, Will you not tell me something about it, reverence?”
Siddhartha saud: “What should I have to tell you, venerable one? Perhaps you seek overmuch? That you seek so much you do not find?”
“How is that?” asked Govinda.
“When someone seeks,” said Siddhartha, “it can easily happen that his eyes only see the thing he is seeking and that he is incapable of finding anything, incapable of taking anything in, because he is only thinking about what he is seeking, because he has an object, a goal, because he is possessed by this goal. Seeking means having a goal, but finding means being free, open, having no goal. Perhaps you, venerable one, are indeed a seeker, for in striving after your goal, there is much you fail to see that is right before your eyes.”
I have been hesitant to call myself a seeker, and this excerpt explains why perfectly. It doesn’t feel like seeking; more an extended process of finding. It is true that I am exploring many ways of connecting with the divine; but always with the knowledge that if there is anything to be found, it is within and around me, and always has been, and always will be.