Where have you been?

Those are the words everyone dreams about. A helpless child whose been abandoned by their absent parent, and they just showed up on their doors; the lonely regular visitor on the corner of the bar counter when they meet the only person who laughs at their foolish jokes on a Tuesday night; the worker who had to sacrifice everything they’ve got for forty years when they finally have a place to call their own; the writer who has a part-time job and goes to school when they just got a brilliant idea while going back home.

Everybody on this world desperately crave to listen to these words at least once in their lifetime, because they mean purpose, they mean love, they mean hope, from someone or something waiting for them to be discovered. Not everyone gets them, though. Some of us part without ever thinking of them, but truth is, we choose to believe some day, a stranger on the street, a close friend, or a simple letter in the mail will tell us the reason we’re here, even if there’s no guarantee of it ever happening. However, truth to be said, that hunch, that feeling, that dream is what keeps us alive.

And, to the person who’s waiting for me, the place I haven’t discovered yet, the reason I was looking for, there’s only one thing I have left to say. I am here.