have I been really wrong about the way I define "happiness" or have I been expecting too much from it?
I find things become really hard no matter how long they have gone on, or no matter how long I have struggled with them. it's that hard to be truly happy these days, even to lay on and relax for a while.
the only reason I keep going on is just because the people who already struggled hard and failed, keep telling me to believe and hold on.
there were so much time to be happy.
this may be the time to be unhappy, experiencing the other cycle of life.
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