"Hello my old heart" and there sure "ain't no gift like the present tense."
We'll get there is how I somehow want to start this one. Or something about when we'll get there, but the truth is we're already here. Maybe the key is not in the seeking to find, not the escapism but the contentment (not complacency) in who, what, when, and where we are.
So that's really it for this one, but if you look further, though not farther, you'll soon find more, unless you've already found it, which I imagine you have.