I search for…

HAPPINESS. It shouldn’t be so difficult to find. I feel and I know I deserve to be happy as much as the next woman. I wouldn’t want to be miserable. Misery is the last thing on my mind.

MEANING. And then I realized it is not only happiness that I seek but meaning. I want to matter. I want my life to have a meaning.  I want to be made aware that what I do and the reason for me being here matter.

CAUSE. I need that one thing, that one thing that I’m passionate of. That one thing that keeps me going. That one thing that is always on my mind before going to sleep and immediately once I wake up. That one thing that is worth fighting for. It is only then that I find meaning, because I’ve found a cause that is far greater than myself.

SOMEONE. Sometimes, it is not happiness, meaning or cause. I just need someone. Someone who’ll stand beside me. Someone who can chase all the monsters away. Someone who’ll say, “I’ll be right here, no matter what.”