Here's a little poem by Shel Silverstein I found while cleaning up my study .... I think what he terms the "search" is closely related to the Hunger that I'm trying to understand.
THE SEARCH
I went to find the pot of gold
That's waiting where the rainbow ends
I searched and searched and searched and searched
And searched and searchced, and then -
There it was, deep in the grass,
Under an old and twisty bough.
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine at last ....
What do I search for now?
Shel Silverstein, in Where the Sidewald Ends.
Just got me thinking about the fact that this (lack of) motivation, or hunger, I seek to understand is a little more complicated .... I did have it once but now, after the basic accomplishments in life, I seem to have lost it.
Is this really just a mid-life crisis?