The Abyss

"There is a deep hole in your being, like an abyss. You will never succeed in filling that hole, because your needs are inexhaustible. You have to work around it so that gradually the abyss closes. Since the hole is so enormous and your anguish so deep, you will always be tempted to flee from it. There are two extremes to avoid: being completely absorbed in your pain and being distracted by so many things that you stay far away from the wound you want to heal." 
-Henri Nouwen

Man, oh man. The Abyss. This black hole of the soul. Meant for heaven. Yet felt on earth. It awaits for fulfilment in the next life. Yet its hungers so palpable in this lifetime. It points to eternity, but its dissatisfaction in being incomplete is sensed in our dimensions of time and space. It is easily smothered by distractions, by dopamine, by worldly things. Even by some things in the Church. But at the end of the day, it's there. To not acknowledge it results in not coming to terms with the deepest part of one's being. To acknowledge it results in recognizing the profound dissatisfaction of being incomplete in the depths of the Self, waiting to meet one's Creator in heaven face to face.

Man, oh man, the Abyss.