I'd hate to be that girl,

that's always posting things she finds everywhere else, and never really thinks of anything on her own, but this was just too good to pass up.

My teabag just proclaimed something to me. It said, "Without realizing who you are, happiness cannot come to you."

It makes so much sense though. Honestly. I know a major theme in every person's life, most notably in their late teens to mid-twenties, is the search for self. A thousand cliches abound: "I don't know who I am," "I've got to find myself," "How can you know me if I don't even know myself?"

They're never happy with not knowing. Ignorance is bliss but once you're aware, you're off like a shot, upturning every leaf and stone to find yourself. We never really think of self and happiness going hand in hand; at least, I never did; but now it just seems silly to think of these journeys as separate entities.

I'm not so much looking for happiness as looking for self right now. But it's nice to know that when I find myself happiness will be there shortly after. It's like we're meeting up there. It's comforting.