That’s always seemed like a dumb idea to me. It’s repeated in sappy books and posted all over Instagram pictures all the time, but I always figured that if you’re looking for something, you had to have known at some point what it was. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be looking for it.
Except I think I get it now. For the last month, I’ve been feeling like I’m missing something. And every night, and at every free period for that matter, I find myself looking for it. Whether it’s just digging through the internet or cycling through memories, I keep looking for it.
Problem is that I have absolutely no idea what I’m looking for. I’ve even found myself staying up on my computer, thinking “Well I’ll find it if I just stay up a little longer.” What “it” is…I have no clue.
It’s the strangest feeling, and I don’t like it. It feels aimless, and thus not really productive.
Maybe it’s pancakes. Maybe I just want good breakfast food. That sounds good right about now.