I was not looking for it.
I mean, I was living my life, rather, whining through life
Hoping that things would eventually fall into place if I worked hard enough… if I persevered enough
Maybe I would get all that I wanted.
I was not looking for it.
It came to me in the darkest of caves that I had built around me.
I thought about what I needed, I hoped that I thought I would be needed, that I knew what I thought I needed.
But I did not know.
I was aiming in the dark and I was hoping to strike the target but nothing came of my efforts.
Because I was not looking in the right place. I was not looking at all.
I was hoping that things will fall into place, but they never did.
Because I didn’t have what I thought I needed, in order for it to work.
I was not looking for it.
It came to me at the bottom of the pit when all hope had abandoned me.
When people I thought I knew deserted me, when my safety net was torn and when I fell from the top
I was not looking for it. It came to me,
And I found a reason to live.