Everyone has marks on their soul. Some marks are thumbprints - a light, loving impression. Some are jagged rents that blow a hole through your middle, scattering the edges of your being until you can't imagine how you'll ever track down the pieces. We all want to find what will truly heal us. Not the flimsy strips of plastic that can't quite grip the edges, but something that allows the fragmented shards to knit together again until the scars are only faint lines of light.
So start looking. But while you search, remember that you are already whole, you are already perfect, and it doesn't matter where you look - if you're seeking, you will find it.