I am meant for more than this.
Surely this is not the way things are.

(But how would I know?
I do not—I can not—remember!)

There has to be something more for me to do.

Thus I seek meaning.

I need meaning, purpose, motivation.

I crave it.

Because of this, I must chase it:

Happiness has to be my meaning, my purpose, my reason to be.

Otherwise, why do I keep losing it?