I've spent a lifetime as a searcher. I've searched myself and situations, looking for myself under rocks, in books and bottles.
Besides that, I've searched for signs. I want portends that I'm following the right path, not doing something wrong, going the right way, and saying the correct things. I've searched for cars, tires, apartments and houses as well as the best towns and cities to live and the best places to stay on vacation. This week I'm searching for a new alarm clock for my wife.
Life has become a big scavenger hunt. I've been searching for Caleb Carr's The Alienist along with more Sophie Hannah books. I've compiled a summer reading list that includes the Nebula Award winners and I'm searching for those.
Using the Internet, I'm searching for better returns on my investments, more insights into writing and publishing fiction, and finding agents. I'm searching for new and used cars and comparisons about them.
I search for another job, good wines, good foods and good chocolates, especially good foods that are good for me but not fattening. It's not a search so much as a quest. I search for clues in my cats' expressions, noises and body language about their state of health and clues in my wife for how she's feeling. I search my computer and the Internet for why things go wrong and clues about how to fix them.
My wife and I are searching for a new sofa and accent chairs and the right color of paint to paint the house interior. We're searching for trusted workers to do that painting along with painting the outside of the house.
I've searched for sanity and good times as well as peace of mind and understanding.
Searches were needed to help me express joy for others even when I was jealous, sympathy for tragedies and losses they've experienced, and the right words to say when someone revealed that they're gay, transexual, or bisexual. I search for the right way to express my anger and frustration over the injustice and inequality I see others suffer and the right manner to express my joy and thrills over the beauty and happiness I find in the world.
Sometimes, when I pet my cats, I search for the right way to scratch their heads, ears and chins. When I was a young man, I searched for the G spot.
At night I search channels for things to watch and a comfortable place to read. Just a short while ago, I searched the refrigerator for cold juice. Then I fruitlessly searched the kitchen for a piece of chocolate or a light munchie.
As always, I'm searching for the right words to write in novels, short stories, critiques and posts. I understand I'm not alone. People are searching for signs of intelligent life here and on other planets, clues about what's really going on, and cures for debilitating diseases. Many people are searching for the truth.
I think there might be potential for a board game here. I think I'll call it The Search. No, maybe it should be a reality show.
I don't know. Maybe I need to research it.
Causes Michael Seidel Supports
Kiva, Women's International League for Peace and Freedom, Propublica.org, Doctors Without Borders, GreaterGood.com