Must Be A Reason

I wish I knew what I want exactly. I keep thinking about it. it looks too unreasonable, even in this stupid life, to suffer pointlessly. there must be a reason, I must be wanting something, for no particularly tragic thing ever happened to me in past, except, maybe, bullying..on which i only laugh now. Yet I can never pinpoint exactly what it is. there are many temporary wants, but afterall they are temporary..and even in their moments of fulfillment i feel something inherently missing.