If I seek myself in all those things that I think will give me salvation, I will remain unhappy. I am seeking my own improvement and fulfillment in some external future "gain."
This idea that I can find a "better version of myself" in something that I need to obtain, gain, or achieve, is what is keeping me stuck with the sensation that something is missing in my life.
With this belief, that I desperetaly hold on to, I feel like a fragment cut off from the rest of the universe, I become a prisoner within my own conviction.
When I drop this conviction — the delusion that happiness is "over there somewhere" — everything seems to magically fall into place, completely effortlessly, and all of a sudden I don't feel like a fragment anymore. I feel connected to something bigger.
I find home.