To be incomplete is to be on a quest, searching for one’s soul mates.
It is an attempt to complement one another, to fuse into symbiosis.
It is perpetually rummaging the world over for answers.
To be incomplete necessitates an active construction of the self…
One is ceaselessly incomplete and yet never wants to remain so.
One must refuse this condition, strive for fulfillment, knowledge, action,
affirmation and humbly take responsibility.
One must never forget that without others, one is worth very little.
To be incomplete is to be a heart in search of another.