I have been studying philosophy and theoretical science for no less than five years. The quest for truth, which is the goal every philosopher and scientist claims to be looking for, was apparently the motive behind my studies. It was only long after that I realized I didn't need truth. I wasn't capable of approaching the truth. I didn't have the capacity to know the ultimate reality of this world. This was not my fault. This was the fault of my being human. Humans are no more or less than humans. They can't afford to know more than a certain degree.

Then, what was I searching for? What was the motive behind my pursuit? What kept me moving?

The question became even more significant when I realized that I was still searching. There was still a motive that urged me to pursue some unknown destination. There was still something that kept me moving. It was clear that it was not truth that I needed to satisfy my thirsting soul. Then what was it?