When you reach for something that's not there, do you reach because you want it to be there or simply because you know that if you keep reaching it eventually will be there?

We all spend years, if not forever, reaching out for what we want.
Hoping we will at some point be able to get it, we continue reaching for it even when we begin to give up hope that we'll ever actually get it.
We reach out for something we can't see, we don't always understand, sometimes don't even want, and something we don't know that we can hold on to.
When we reach for love, we reach out beyond what we see. We reach far beyond what we know, and we reach far beyond what we've once had.
We reach for something new, something different, something unfamiliar, something that we hope will offer us a difference.
When we reach for love, we often reach farther then we need to, because we've been hurt by it before. But we keep reaching. We keep hoping. We keep wanting.
Sometimes we reach so far that love stays out of our grip only because love is closer than we thought and we've extended our grasping hand well past the love we could have if we looked closer.
Sometimes we spend so much time reaching, that we miss the love standing right in front of us.
Sometimes that love that we reach past, gives up reaching for us.