The memory of remains-2

I once believed that wholeness was the ultimate state
of the soul—
only to realize that life is made up of accumulated
fractures,and that the corroded scars we carry are
remnants of memory.

 
We seek completeness in order to feel whole, to fill
the voids shaped by longing.
We chase the logic of life, hoping it will give our
existence structure and meaning.
But perhaps true completeness lies beyond our
reach—for that belongs to the realm of gods.
Like the Tower of Babel in the Bible, humanity once
tried to build a tower to the heavens,
to make a name for themselves and defy limitation.
But the tower was never completed.
And yet, we are still building.
Perhaps life itself is the pursuit of an unreachable end.
And because we cannot arrive, it is the journey—the
process of building, breaking, and becoming—that
truly belongs to us.

 
What we went through during the journey of lives is
just like the cracks and the wrinkled skin of the
souls. Everything remains in the lives has its own
special meaning which cultivates diversities and
preciousness. I used to think the spirit desire
complete and flawless end, like people would get a
medal with their names, or anything represent the
lives. But I gradually realized there is no single
word or particular object could be the best reflection
of lives, the true proof of we live are the trace
of this endless travel of lives and the wrinkles of the
process.