There is one feeling that is more consistent for me than any other. It surpasses happiness, sadness, and most other emotions. It is a constant force in my life. It can be good. It can be bad. It is what pushes me to be more. It is what holds me back from being more. It is what we make it. Incomplete. Think about how much you do is spurred on by a feeling of being incomplete. For me, it is almost everything….