This Friday morning, as I lay lazily in bed, I thought “I’m happy being single.” Not sarcastic, bitter or anything, I truly believe so. Having the lack of will power to get up from bed (still quite sleepy); I started re-evaluating my life and what happened to me so far. I think I came back to the point that I am contented with myself.

Somehow, with all the hustles and bustles of the city life combined with the stresses of college years and the heartaches that I endured, I think I’ve lost myself. Wondering, in the dreary first half of the past year, what’s my worth and purpose on this Earth. A life changing experience perhaps is what I needed for me to end this pessimistic, sarcastic, hopeless, lost, at dearth of love and happiness of a person in me. Bewildered in the meaning of my existence, I went through the months wondering who I am. Funny enough, something that drove me to my “rock bottom” made me (perhaps even forced me) to fix my life and find my true self.

I believe that I don’t need to be in a relationship to be happy. As I read JC del Mundo’s blog “the modern fairytale”, I realized that I expected too much in my past relationships. This should not be the case if only I found myself then. No one can fill the emptiness, which was once lurking inside me, but me. And besides, I am not a perfect being, so I don’t have the right to expect perfection from someone who is also human.

It’s a challenging yet exhilarating experience to find myself. An epiphany as some may call it. Once in the dark, I’ve finally seen through the light. I have found myself and have learned to love me for me. Sounds narcissistic (though probably I can be classified so), I truly can say that I love myself now, with all my quirks and weirdness and all.