There’s a gaping, aching hole in our chests. It lives there, constantly screaming at us to find something to fill it with.
I worry too much about what people think. The other day I bought a hat. And when someone told me they didn’t like it, that hole in my chest jerked a little. It was reminding me that I crave affirmation from others. I WANT PEOPLE TO LIKE MY HAT. I want to be liked. I want to be invited along, to be seen.
I want someone to love me. Deep, full-hearteded, soul on fire love. I want to be wanted, to be needed. I want someone to say “gosh you look beautiful today,” because he really means it. I long for true, genuine love and affection.
I write music. I pour my words and thoughts and insecurities out on the pages. I sing out, hoping something will resonate. Hoping something will sing back.
There’s a gaping, aching hole in our chests. It lives there, constantly screaming at us to find something to fill it with.
Because I just wanna feel whole.
And if you’re honest, so do you.
That’s all we ever want.
Is to feel complete.
But I won’t find it in people. I won’t find it in love. In a man. In a romance. I won’t find it in music. In song writing and singing. These things fill other holes I have in my chest. Other parts that are necessary, important.
But Jesus.
He’s the only one who can fill that gaping, aching hole in our chests.
I just wanna feel whole.
And if you’re honest, so do you.
