The one, single answer which will solve all my problems.
I just need one last insight, and everything will click into place and make sense.
It must exist.
Occasionally somebody else has the one answer. They advertise it.
I need to learn it from them.
Sometimes I read the one answer in a book. It sinks into gaps in my brain like sand filling space around stones.
I’ve always known it to be true.
Sometimes I realise the one answer myself. I laugh.
It was within me all along.
Each one answer fits… for a while.
I slot the final piece into place and complete the puzzle. At last, I can see everything.
But – selfishly – my problems scorn this clear and obvious truth. They don’t appear to realise I’ve discovered the one answer which solves them all.
Sometimes when this happens I push my problems down deeply within, clinging desperately to my one answer.
It must be true. It must be enough.
Other times, I let go without a fight.
I need a new one answer.
No false answer has yet shaken my faith. The one answer must exist.
I change my diet; I change my routine; I think positive thoughts; I convert my religion; I fix my relationship; I rebuild my environment; I meditate; I alter my beliefs; I love myself.
None of those were the one answer.
You might wonder – did those false answers not help? Did none of them bring any improvement?
And, if I noticed, I might say that yes, they did. Each made a contribution. Each helped.
But do not distract me from my search.
I don’t want many hard answers. I want any easy answer.
I’ll find the one answer yet.
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